8:00 a.m. I arrived.
They induced.
I produced.
2:18 p.m. you arrived. I slept.
It was cold that year –
colder than a southern norm.
Not yet October’s end
already freezing.
At seventeen
I wanted love.
You needed love.
Our journey began.
Welcome to the world
wee one. To life
with hardships
and softness.
Like you.
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The staccato description hints at a commonplace turn of events, but the invocation of the freezing winter and the persistence of love that conquers the chill makes it a special moment.
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It was… 🙂
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Beyond beautiful.
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