While on my ride this morning, two young does ran out in front of my bike, each far enough away to be safe and yet close enough that I could hear their hooves on the pavement. They were beautiful to behold, amazing creatures. One of them was walking slowly across the road, apparently unaware of my somewhat silent approach, until I drew close when, startled, it ran off into the nearby field, nearly disappearing among the growing green plants.
It is not as though these old eyes have not seen deer before and yet every time I experience the closeness of nature and see its incredible beauty, I am struck with awe and thanks that such amazing creatures are on this earth and that I have been blessed with the opportunity to be near them.
I feel the same away about the woman I love. It does not matter how many days we've had together or all that we have shared or been through, I behold her anew each time I see her and am I struck awe and humbled greatly by her total beauty — interior and exterior. And I consider myself the most blessed man to have eyes that see and that my eyes get to see her. To hold her with my eyes is the greatest blessing bestowed on any man. She is the sight that lifts my spirits, enlivens my heart, brings light to my days. I rise each and every day with the hope that she is the first thing and person I will see. And I pray each night that she will be the last thing and person I see, and the only person I will ever touch.
I know that all of this sounds horribly hokey and syrupy. But it also is what my heart feels just knowing she is alive, in this world and a part of my life. Surely there are other people out there who share similar feelings about the woman they love. Surely I am not alone in this. Except in one way: I pray I, alone, will be the one to forever hold her with my eyes and my arms, all of the rest of my life.
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