The Year That Few Will Remember This Way

Here we are, sitting paused just seconds from the countdown.
An entire year becomes like a mural, a portrait easy to stare into,
an image that often reflects like a mirror
as we wonder what direction all the time ran away from us.

But look at what we witnessed!
A gift to walk through ancient homes and even more ancient lands,
to see the world below from the tip tops of mountains so grand,
to learn and love with someone who learns and loves with you.

My joyous eyes well up
when I see how wonderful a year lit our walkways to where we are.
The most beautiful of chances to spend our days at home
while we wait for the most beautiful son to join ours.

For My Loves, Always

Each flicker of the Christmas lights are a memory, a wish.
Each bulb illuminates a path of everywhere we have been and will go.
Everything we've created was and is a vision
I first saw in your kind eyes staring back at me.

Even when the lights turn out for the night,
my eyes rest easy as we rest easy,
while my mind wanders with bright colors and louder laughs,
envisioning the daylight to come and the smiles we'll share.

Whoever said life wasn't easy must have never been in love.
For I've seen so much the world gives us to handle
and yet I've never once struggled to love you,
since before we met and every day since.

You are my loves, my hearts, my souls,
my gifts, my smiles, my goodness.
You are the proof in my world of disbeliefs
that I need only believe in love.