After, we walked in silence back to his work place, so he could finish the day. There was nothing much to say, that we couldn't say without words. I think that is what happens when you have waited so long to hear good news. His hand in mine, we stopped and listened to the cardinals and scanned the tree tops for scarlet. The song was from all directions. We stood. He bent down and kissed me on the lips gently. "I love you, beautiful." Overcome, the tears came and he wrapped his arms around me kissing the top of my head.
I had heard the cardinal song several times on the day of his cancer diagnosis, six weeks earlier. It was as if they were following me from Bucksport, through Orland, Ellsworth and finally Bar Harbor. I heard their song and felt a rush of peace and thought, Don't worry, a
ll will be well.
8 comments:
Thank for sharing this tender and special moment with us. Yes, All will be well. I can hear the birds singing and flying along side of you. Hugs
Such a beautiful piece. I can feel the peace you felt by the tone you established right from the start.
This made me teary. You stated this beautifully and all will be well. Be blessed.
This was a beautiful moment filled with hope. Thank you for reading.
Thank you so much. I wanted to capture the sanctity of this moment.
As challenging as life is....I know all will be well. Thank you for your kind comment.
A lovely tribute to love. Tender.
I hang onto those moments and remember how deeply we love each other. It is a beautiful thing.
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