Excerpt#2
There exists a moment in everyone’s life when they realize
what they have is simple and pure, and good enough. I know this to be the
truth, even as I dismiss the complexity of my mysterious adoration for Dylan
Mandarini. Mysterious, I reckon, only in the sense his heart lingers, firmly
stamped to the hidden throne of my own. Yet,
here is where I am now, awake inside this thought: the pure and the simple
truth of knowing life is good enough with the memory of a single day.
Little Luke enters a world today full of mystery and
adoration. He opens his eyes, flutters his eyelashes and cries to his father. Both
faces, father and son, are captivated with a wonder previously unknown.
“You did it Jeanne!”
A chant of enthusiasm shoots from the corner of the small room. The baby
continues to wail helplessly, despite producing a sense of infinite
satisfaction from his onlookers. My smile is delayed and happiness disguised,
but that overwhelming sensation of being in love erupts inside. I have been in
love before, but it has never transpired with such ease. Was it a change in my
forlorn self or a change in my circumstances?
The patience of a man is his most revered quality. I can
venerate this quality only because time has provided a redeeming effect on the
plaintive anthem of my past. To love is to paradoxically feel joy and pain,
numbness and intensity of emotion. Dylan is a summer song of yesterday.
To backtrack is to retract from this moment. I shall not do
so, for Luke’s sake, and for my own.
Today is a day Luke will not remember, but its memory will
remind him of the world’s pure, simple truths. My son Luke begins his life in
the hands of my heart’s friend.
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