Prepare yourself, warn the books and the midwives; they will not look as you expect.
My body breaks.
Ours cries, harmonious.
Your eyes see me for the first time.
And you, pulled from my dreams and painted true.
Breathtaking.
Resplendent.
My Sun.
I glow, blessed to bask in your light.
Belinda’s daughter/muse/editor asked why she always writes sad stories. So she wrote something happy, for her, with love. 16 years after their eyes first met, she remains the most beautiful thing Belinda has ever seen.
This is stunning. I know how this feels!
There is no other feeling like it, Shoshauna! How lucky we are to experience this.
What a gorgeous tribute, Belinda!
Thank you kindly, L.J. :)
WOW, you should patent that!
I see what you saw.
If only we could bottle this magic, Jacqui! Thank you for the kind words…I’m so pleased my words transported you :)
Love this! Sweet, simple and full of love!
Thank you so much, Debra!
So lovely and beautifully written. Thank you.
I appreciate your kindness, Deborah…thank you!
Wonderfully wrought Belinda. To build something we do not know how to build, something we would not know how to assemble if we were given the parts… Each time it happens, it’s a miracle, a miracle we accomplish without knowing how.
Robert, I teared up reading your comment. You have beautifully articulated how it feels to be and become a parent. Thank you!
At first, I read it as the baby being born and beholding her mother for the first time. Then I read your bio and returned and read it the way you meant it. It works wonderfully either way.
Cate, I’m so pleased you shared this. How beautiful words are, that we each see in them something different and wonderful!