It’s
funny the things we remember. The things our minds hold onto. How the most
random of moments can be etched into our brains forever while our daily worries
and preoccupations are often lost in an abyss of forgottenness. It says a lot
for how much of it all we are really missing. How life makes it easy to tune
out that which is truly important.
One
such scattered moment that I have somehow held onto was brought back to the
forefront of my mind as I was driving home from work the other night. A dad and
his daughter walking hand in hand down the road one afternoon. That’s it. I
didn’t know the father, and the little girl was not one of my students. They
were just two strangers who happened to be in my path when I stepped out from
my school many years ago. I can’t remember what they were wearing. I don’t
remember their faces. Really, there isn’t much that I can recall at all except
for the palpable feeling of excitement and joy that passed over me as I watched
the father look down upon his little angel and her sweet little eyes light up
as he did. It still brings a smile to my face. You see, Rachel was about eight
months pregnant with Siaya at the time. For me, those bright little globes were
tiny crystal balls giving me a glimpse of my future. I could see my daughter-to-be
looking up at me and the whole world was there in her eyes. It was and still is.
Simply. Beautiful.
Life
blessed me with another such moment late last week. This time, a mother was
walking home with her little girl. Like the father and daughter, their fingers
too remained intertwined as they made their way home. It was their arms that
caught my attention, though. Swinging them back and forth, it was as if they
were both reaching for the stars above. Their audible giggles filled the darkened
alley and their eyes locked in nothing less than pure delight. Again, I was
caught up in a wave of contentedness. No. Rachel is not pregnant again. (Knock
on wood. 😉) It was just the perfect
amount of happiness at the exact time it was needed. For me. Once again. It was
and still is. Simply. Beautiful.
Love is…hands to the sky.
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