29-04-25

I have seen the most beautiful things in the world. I have seen the city from the top of a cathedral. I have seen kittens being born. I have seen cemeteries from kingdoms past. Sunsets by the beach, and love in a lover's eyes. 

I have seen the ocean breathe like a sleeping beast. I have seen a glittering gold lake amidst the greenery. I have seen hundreds of pigeons take flight at the same time like so many angel wings beating in unison. I have seen stars fall. 

But there's a moment engraved in my mind's eye, a moment so beautiful the rest seem like a mockery of beauty. When I saw your face for the first time, when you were crying like your life depended on it -it did- and then they put your face next to mine and I said your name like some sacred word only I know, and you stopped crying like my familiar voice had soothed your soul that had been scared for the first time ever. 

So many beautiful moments since, that compete for my attention. Every time you smile, goodness that smile. Every time you set your eyes on mine. Every time you reach out for me with those hands that resemble mine so much. Every time my voice soothes you, like a magic mantra. Every time I think of getting to know you, and yet knowing I already do, in the deepest sense of the word, in the profound way you know someone when you've shared a body and blood. 

Love was born that day, 29th as per family tradition, and that is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.