It’s beyond amazing.

Beyond beautiful.

Beyond wonderful.

Beyond all of the great words and terms and feelings,

I could describe using words from the dictionary.

The feeling is pure love.

Love like I have never felt.

Love that I have never experienced.

Love that I never knew existed.

When I sit Indian-Style,

you approach me with book in hand,

make your little grunt for me to read that book to you,

and you plop yourself in my lap.

Your back against mine.

You fit your tiny body on my lap.

Your little shirt,

  your little shorts,

  your little socks,

  your little shoes.

You carry the smell of baby with you.

Your curly hair and big baby green eyes.

You sit in my lap and listen to me read to you.

You are a genius, pointing to the fire engine, the horse and the kittens.

This overwhelming feeling.

I had to write about it.

It’s so hard to express.

So, beyond anything I could possibly write.

But that feeling of love.

That overwhelming feeling of when you’re in my lap.

Knowing I will protect you from ocean to ocean.

World to world, barrier to barrier, land to land.

Knowing that you are more precious than gold and diamonds.

It’s beyond amazing.

Beyond beautiful.

Beyond wonderful.

Again, that overwhelming feeling of when you’re in my lap.

You are the definition of love.

 

© 2003 David Greg Harth

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