When I met Donald, he was sitting down at a table. He was all legs and arms and long fingers. He was stirring a coffee. Ugh, I thought. I hate coffee. I wore a dress that day. “That’s what I remember,” Donald tells me sometimes, “I thought I had never seen a woman so beautiful.“ He remembers my ankles and my legs, the black spindly heels and the fabric that clung to my hips.
I remember what he drank. He remembers how I walked.
When I fell in love with Donald, we lived 6,000 miles apart. He wrote letters laced with love and passion and affection. He called as often as he could. I missed him. Sometimes we reminisce. “We talked on the phone for EIGHT HOURS that night,” we laugh. Eight hours. It’s amazing we have any hearing left at all between the two of us.
I remember his voice, steady and calm. He remembers my laughter, high-pitched and contagious.
When I married Donald, he kept his eyes locked on mine. He was tall and handsome and dressed in black. He mouthed the words I LOVE YOU and grinned while we listened to my uncle officiate. I wore my great-aunt’s pearl earrings. I relished slipping the wedding band on his finger. “I thought I had never seen you so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear late at night.
I remember the ring on his finger. He remembers the smile on my lips.
When I give birth to Donald’s child, he will become a father. I wonder what this memory will look like. This morning, his eyes wander over my swollen belly. His fingers trace the linea negra from start to finish. “This is what I will remember,” he says. He lowers his lips to the skin separating him from his baby and a gentle kiss lands there, right above my belly button. I wonder what I will remember. Will it be the look of a man cradling our love’s greatest creation? Will it be the feel of him placing our baby between my breasts?
“I thought I had never seen you so beautiful,” he said as his fingertips memorized the curves of my pregnant body.
“But I was wrong.”
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What a beautiful love story.
-FringeGirl
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Lovely.
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oh dear. that was beautiful!
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awwww, what a lovely blog post. hope donald reads it over and over!
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That is so beautiful. You really have a wonderful husband.
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Sharing it with a loving husband is just the best bit, isn’t it?
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That is amazing Sarah.
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ssssighhhh…... <3
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Lovely, just lovely.
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How beautiful!
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This was so beautiful! What a great husband and father you have.
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wow. i’m speechless.
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*CRY*
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That is very romantic and sweet. Best of luck/comfort the last few weeks of the pregnancy…and yes, we’ll be thinking about you at blogger :)
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Would you please tell Donald to stop making me look like such a schmuck? :)
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i LOVE it!!!
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Oh <3
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What a lovely story. Really touching, Sarah.
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My god, that is a beautiful post.
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Oh, sigh!
Steph
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Very gifted writer! Your post is so amazing!! Your baby is so lucky to have both of you as parents:) Sniff sniff :)
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You are a REALLY talented writer, I can’t stop reading!
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Just Lovely Sarah. You’re both lucky for each other.
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Beautiful. I can’t wait for the baby to come!
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I had to Google linea negra. :)
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This makes me want to go home and kick my husband in the shin. I wonder what that says about me. But seriously? Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.
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I knew it, true love does exicst!!! Beautiful post Sarah. You’re very lucky to have found each other. Or maybe luck didn’t have anything to do with it.
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This kid is going to grow up to be a hysterical nut job or a very well adjusted and amazing kid. Awesome. PS - When I come to California can I take a lazy, hazy summer day picture in your backyard?
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that is so sweet and oh so moving!
you guys are perfect for each other, and perfect for baby too.Awesome!
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how every sweet and beautiful.
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I so hope that someday (hopefully soon) I can have what you just described. Wonderful.
By Buckeroomama on June 23, 2009
That is so beautiful. :)