Wednesday, February 3, 2010

2-3-2010. The day my life began...

I've been lied to only to find out I had been lied to again. I had been hurt more than I thought possible. Twice. I was angry beyond imagination.

But then... Then I held you.

The anger disappeared. The room spun away. Sounds became low whispers and quickly faded to nothing at all. Colors muted, all but vanishing. A peaceful darkness enveloped us. I existed only between nowhere and infinity. There was nothing.

But you.

My heart swelled and was overcome with new-found emotions. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight, as if in a state of heightened awareness, and my brain raced to take in the touch, sight, and smell of you, a thousand mental pictures snapping in every second. My hands trembled, completely unaware of what was taking place. You opened your eyes and looked directly into mine. At this moment I am the proudest I have ever been in my life.

With all the delicacy I have ever managed to muster, I wiped the tears from your face. But they were not yours. They were mine.

I have never, nor will I ever, manage to create something as beautiful as you. Jace Xander Thomas Harwood... You are my masterpiece, my Sistine Chapel, my Mona Lisa...

My son.

P.S. I'm sorry about the chin. I didn't get to pick which parts of me you got buddy.

P.S.S. Prepare for the thickest eyebrows ever. You're not even supposed to have those right now.