My Grandmother told me when a woman breast feeds her baby, it gives the baby access to a deep river of life.
My Family, my love, his family... We've always been a part of the "Rivers of America".
He held the tissues up to me, "Are these ours?", "No", I replied.
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I asked him to marry me via $10. He's married now. The hands of fate, or...
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I see the face of Jesus.
"He's me." He said.
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We stood in line at the Merry-go-round.
"Happy Birthday!" He said smiling at our son. He squatted down to hug him and bring him some good birthday cheer.
I looked at him for the first time in my life and smiled at the sound of his English accent.
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My Grandfather starts talking to me: The dream catcher, it's beautiful. "Your mother made it for you while you were still in the womb." He says, looking at me with eyes shining like a new soul. "It catches all of your good dreams and keeps them nice and safe for you... The bad dreams it smashes into billions of pieces and throws them into the burning volcano until they no longer exist." He continued. "Then the lava spreads out onto the land and produces fertile soil for your happy dreams to grow, multiply and be fruitful."
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"Hello." He says with his English accent a year after I'd seen him for the first time.
We lock eyes with one another and he nods his head.
"Excuse me", he said to me.
No, I thought.
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The first time he kissed me it felt like a wave of electricity passed through my bubble gum, chapstick filled, 10 year old girl lips.
I stood behind the door, heart beating quickly, knowing he'd soon find me. He ran into his room and pulled the door back to look at me, smiling triumphantly. He gently pushed my body to the wall and leaned down until his face was directly in front of mine. We both closed our eyes.
That was my first kiss, our first kiss, and certainly not our last.
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"I'm pregnant!" I said.
He looks at me doubtful and I show him the signs proving the pregnancy.
We start ordering life differently. We'll need a bigger car to fit the kids. We'll need more space in the house.
We're starting to enjoy the idea of adding another member to our family.
Stress suddenly arrives like a wave we're to surf together, not knowing we'd been handling those waves for what seems like 100 years already.
I wake up in the morning and nearly faint as I bleed.
"Can you get your Father? I don't have a baby in my belly anymore." I say to the children as I stumble across the bathroom floor.
"I'm going to get some groceries." He says an hour later as I begin to wash the dishes.
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I asked him to marry me via $10. He's married now. The hands of fate, or...
---
I see the face of Jesus.
"He's me." He said.
---
We stood in line at the Merry-go-round.
"Happy Birthday!" He said smiling at our son. He squatted down to hug him and bring him some good birthday cheer.
I looked at him for the first time in my life and smiled at the sound of his English accent.
---
My Grandfather starts talking to me: The dream catcher, it's beautiful. "Your mother made it for you while you were still in the womb." He says, looking at me with eyes shining like a new soul. "It catches all of your good dreams and keeps them nice and safe for you... The bad dreams it smashes into billions of pieces and throws them into the burning volcano until they no longer exist." He continued. "Then the lava spreads out onto the land and produces fertile soil for your happy dreams to grow, multiply and be fruitful."
---
"Hello." He says with his English accent a year after I'd seen him for the first time.
We lock eyes with one another and he nods his head.
"Excuse me", he said to me.
No, I thought.
---
The first time he kissed me it felt like a wave of electricity passed through my bubble gum, chapstick filled, 10 year old girl lips.
I stood behind the door, heart beating quickly, knowing he'd soon find me. He ran into his room and pulled the door back to look at me, smiling triumphantly. He gently pushed my body to the wall and leaned down until his face was directly in front of mine. We both closed our eyes.
That was my first kiss, our first kiss, and certainly not our last.
---
"I'm pregnant!" I said.
He looks at me doubtful and I show him the signs proving the pregnancy.
We start ordering life differently. We'll need a bigger car to fit the kids. We'll need more space in the house.
We're starting to enjoy the idea of adding another member to our family.
Stress suddenly arrives like a wave we're to surf together, not knowing we'd been handling those waves for what seems like 100 years already.
I wake up in the morning and nearly faint as I bleed.
"Can you get your Father? I don't have a baby in my belly anymore." I say to the children as I stumble across the bathroom floor.
"I'm going to get some groceries." He says an hour later as I begin to wash the dishes.
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