September 10th, 2012
Before you were born the anxiety ran across your parents face. Unsure if you were okay, they would not be happy until they had you in hand. Everything was already in place before your arrival into a new world that you have yet to discover. Much like Christopher Columbus, in his quest to discover lands beyond his own, you were about to embark on your own journey of discovery. A trip you’ll never remember. But a journey your parents will never forget because they could not wait for you, as their anticipation grew with each passing day.
Your name rolled off their tongue as if they knew you would always exist beyond their own dreams. Your entire future was seen before their eyes. Before you were even conceived your parents laid out your long road towards your success. But more so you lived in their dreams night after night while God made you into what you are today. Shielded by a wall of skin and internal fluid your parents could only imagine what your features looked like joking with one another with the hopes you got the better traits of your mom then your dad and vice versa.
The time for your arrival is getting near and the fear and anxiety begins to grow inside grown adults with renewed fears from parents who have long forgotten what it was like to be afraid of ghosts on Halloween and the anticipation of Santa Clause, that kept them up all night at the young age of youth, they long to experience today.
The clock watching begins while the nurses prep the mom-to-be, with all the essentials that will monitor your health through current technology that wasn’t there for their own birth. But regardless of how technology has evolved the love from parents has always remained the same with unconditional love and understanding for a life and love that they hardly know but seems so familiar before you even arrive into their world.
"Are your ready mom and dad?"
The nurse asks them, giving your parents validation of the names they have longed to be designated. Mom, for the truly unconditional feelings she as for you. The love you will bring her during her lifetime in immeasurable by time and space.
For you dad the pure joy of holding something so fragile in his arms. The unbelievable feeling that he could help create something so vulnerable, so beautiful, allows him to weep uncontrollably at such a sight.
You arrive to your birthday and its such a party. The last one you'll never be late to and the only one branded in the minds of the ones in your world who will always remember where they were when they held you in their arms. and its the only day the famous song you'll hear until the day you die is never truly sang when of all days is truly most appropriate.
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to the baby in my life who will always brighten my darkest day. Happy birthday to you."
Happy birthday baby.
For Christopher
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"Are your ready mom and dad?"
The nurse asks them, giving your parents validation of the names they have longed to be designated. Mom, for the truly unconditional feelings she as for you. The love you will bring her during her lifetime in immeasurable by time and space.
For you dad the pure joy of holding something so fragile in his arms. The unbelievable feeling that he could help create something so vulnerable, so beautiful, allows him to weep uncontrollably at such a sight.
You arrive to your birthday and its such a party. The last one you'll never be late to and the only one branded in the minds of the ones in your world who will always remember where they were when they held you in their arms. and its the only day the famous song you'll hear until the day you die is never truly sang when of all days is truly most appropriate.
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to the baby in my life who will always brighten my darkest day. Happy birthday to you."
Happy birthday baby.
For Christopher
https://twitter.com/FusaCmee
Christopher Fusaro. The author of Captain Imperfecto.
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Also see us at www.captainimperfecto.com
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