Finally.
Finally, at last. The thing I’d been waiting for all my life, and it was here, in an instant, of course I wasn’t ready. It was better than all the things I’d seen in the movies but I didn’t know that until it was right there in front of me. The magic moment of love was here for me at last. Had it been waiting for me as long as I’d been waiting for it? No matter, it was here and what had gone before this moment was gone, lost forever now, because I was found. And what a state I was in or so it seemed. A mess, a muddle, an inadequate mess and love was there looking at me with question in its eyes. I looked back and we knew each other instantly. This was it, this was the real deal. And the funny thing was, I never knew just how much I lacked till it looked into my eyes, searching me tentatively. I looked back and wasn’t me anymore. My old self vanished in the instant of that first look. All my birthdays, every excited child’s experience of Christmas, every kindness that had ever been given to me in my life before this moment, it was all happening to me at the same time.
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There’s nothing like your first love. Loves may come and go in any life but the first one will always be special. And yet . . . another three miracles happened to me in my life. I don’t deserve it, never could deserve it, no one does but the world now is four miracles richer and I was four times blessed with children.
