Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Once upon a time, a long time ago (but not that very long ago at all) your eyes met mine. And I experienced a peace between us that subsided all of my worries, whatever those used to be, and I knew you. I knew you as though we'd been friends for a long, long time. All awkwardness vanished when I knew you and those big eyes and calm soul that seemed to reach out and hold me tight. And I rested in that, and I rest in that still. And I wonder sometimes if my connection to your soul is burdensome or ever will be to your budding spirit. Can you tell that I am energized by your laugh, that your cry pierces my heart, that your smile gets me through sometimes? Is that why you cuddle up close night after night, awakening me from my bad dream to ask if we can "just cuddle" for a few minutes that turn into an hour? Can I bring life to you the way you bring life to me, or when our eyes met did our roles forever shift and my life-giving end and yours begin?
Four short years and yet a lifetime for you my sweet Julia.
Happy, Beautiful, Blessed Birthday to you.


0812 Lane said...

too bad you're such a great writer and every time it makes me cry :) maybe cause I'm pregnant...or may be because you're just that good. either way, I like it.

Jen Albin said...

beautiful...happy birthday Julia!

Anna Ander said...

I'm not really sure what it is you do in cubeville, but just to be sure, if noone else tells you: You're a writer. A writer, and a very good one at that.

This is beautiful.