February 16

The hours pass like minutes. 

One long blink and the hand is back at the top. 

Another hour down, another to patiently wait through. 

A gift is waiting any minute now. 

The moon has come and gone. 

The sun has made its presence felt. 

It seems the universe is moving planets as a sign, 

as we wait in a room number so perfectly aligned: 4. 

 

A thousand feet stroll by the crack below the door 

hoping for just two to stroll inside to give us any indication. 

Any information is a gracious gift 

for these impatient patients. 

 

But finally he came, on our day of all days. 

We only cared that he came to us any way. 

Right into our arms, our eyes, our hearts. 

Exactly where we wanted him right from the start.

Almost there

I envision you the way I envision perfection.
That should I be gifted with the gift of holding you,
that should my life be so fortunate,
then I will look at you the way I look at your mother,
whose adoration for you is endless.

You are her prized possession and both of you are mine.
Your gentle smile will be a reflection of the warmth found in our hearts.
A smile we hope to find even when all you want to do is frown,
and you will certainly frown a lot.

And even when the fog enters our atmosphere,
I'll always remember what I saw in your eyes in the haze staring back at me.
All I could see was something wonderful.
I know you will be wonderful.

I'll feel guilty to hold such a responsibility.
To be tasked with your growth is a big ask,
but I know I will uphold it with pride.
I will.

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.

And Amaze Me

Someday, I'll describe the moments, the details that led to you.

I'll tell you how I met my soul mate and best friend all at once. 

I'll explain the smiles, the trips, the building of memories skyscrapers tall.

You'll hear about a love that never ceases to grow, and amaze me.