The dawn succumbed to the subtle morning ray bearing the shades of gold ochre permeating through the creases in between the hills. The sky freed itself from the darkness in ocean blue suede sporadically decorated with pale white clouds that looked like handfuls of cotton flown around by the breeze. Drawing crowds of little brown birds flying in what seemed like an orchestrated display of bliss. The trees bordered our horizon in an endless patch of moss green fences. The leaves and grasses were still damp and idle as if hanging on to memories of the early morning dew. If you listen hard enough, you can hear the animals rouse each other up in a synchronized melody that only they can decipher. Under the grandeur of it all, I looked at her and realized that I am truly, blessed.
She held my hands tightly. Occasionally kissing them. The garden was filled with all kinds of people. She didn’t seem to care. We were being obvious and oblivious all at the same time. We dodged unfriendly stares and greeted friendly ones with a smile.
The thing that I love most about Emme, is her ability to resonate with my thoughts. And we can’t stop pouring our thoughts upon each other. Looking for common agreement and always finding them. We talked about our future and we adorn our imaginations with hopes of better things, sunny days and butterflies.
Emme is the kind of girl who treated you as though you are as fragile as a wine glass that needs extra dampering and pampering yet she held you up and made you believe that the things that you once thought impossible are just exactly that – mere thoughts. Put those aside and you can achieve anything, be anyone, go anywhere. It is with her that I witness how my life changes in a flash.
It always seems like life never failed to gratify her. She sees beauty in the smallest thing. Like a butterfly that briefly swirl around us or how the mist covers the hills on a delightful morning such as this. I felt privileged to have the pleasure of seeing the world from the eyes of this tiny girl who giggles and wonders at the sight of things people took for granted. Things we deem redundant.
We walked slowly around the garden passing by a dried up streams that loath for a promise of rain. The sun had moved beyond the trees. We made our way downhill. Back to where we begin.
As I gazed at her for probably the hundredth time this morning, I thank God that I’ve finally found who I am, in Emme.
