he spoke about her as though his words were born from tiny particles of his heart.
“life is just better with her, she just makes everything better,” he said, his eyes so bright with fondness.
his words made me smile, they made me cry. his terrific love, so proud.
this weekend i saw friends i haven’t seen in years. my heart exploded with memories as love came flooding back.
travelling to america to attend the wedding of one of the most beautiful girls i know. baltimore, md.
i do washing and walk down the street like i know where i’m going. i carry my just-in-case umbrella. i do grocery shopping with my canvas bag. i go grilling with german girls and boys. i listen to the words georgie says, they form a conversation just out of reach from my understanding – intonations, pace and rhythm as though it’s all the same.
i’m getting used to listening to languages. if i just find the peaks and troughs, if i hear the story from the start, if i stop trying to find the words, i find the theme and i laugh along. foolishly, perhaps.
but do i care?
this week, i’m a resident of stuttgart. this week is love and this week is friendship reunited. and i’m bottling it all, to savour these feelings, for the next long absence from my dear friend georgie.
my heart races to the sound of voices in the background, mumbling into one, a word standing out here and there.
but my heart races. that’s the point.
it’s in the air, it’s on my skin – it’s tears stinging at the backs of my eyes. excitement, extreme excitement…
i’ve missed you, terribly.
sunrises, sunsets, europe.
he was born two days ago. a perfect miracle – two lives, one. a photo stilled my heart, i let out a sigh of love and disbelief at the beauty of his face, his two tiny hands resting gently on the blanket. big, bright eyes. a world of possibility.
so innocent, so unknowing. a tiny life that has changed so many others, with grace, already. and that’s the thing about a baby, about LJ. he made his mark from the second he arrived, the first time he looked into his mother’s eyes, the first time his father held him.
his life is a blessing, he is the extraordinary result of love. two hearts combined, two souls creating a destiny. it’s fate, in its purest form.
i am so proud of you lex – a brave and beautiful woman – and luis – a strong and willing father – you are both the reason for this miracle.
love found a way. love into life into little logan joseph.