Today is April 23rd. The day on which my love was born.
My partner-in-love, Olly.
If you know him, perhaps you’ll wish him a Happy Birthday.
And if you don’t know him, you might join me in wondering about the gift of being born.
Before you were born,
we were One.
Drifting in an infinite sea
of possible stars
and bright unknowns.
Thrumming
with the nascent
dawn of worlds.
Then suddenly,
there was You.
A single gem
plucked from countless could-have-beens,
One spark of life
blazing
in an endless void.
That one spark held everything.
The dancing light in your eyes
The play of your wit
Your irrepressible laughter.
Numbering the very hairs
on your head.
All of you
in one explosive thought,
before your first breath
drawn with the universe.
Alive.
Then the world reached for you,
creatures who had forgotten
their own endless bigness.
“You are alone,” they whispered.
“You must be strong.”
“There is a right and a wrong. Choose wisely.”
They meant well,
carving out safety from smallness.
So you believed them.
You learned to still
your cosmic dance,
stifle your shrieks
of exuberant joy.
All this is as it should be
because it was.
And here you are.
Now.
Here.
I am to remind you.
We are still One.
The light before a thousand suns
illuminates your every cell.
One glistening drop of water
and the ocean itself.
Yours in love and play,
Steph
