As I looked across the picnic table into the innocent young blue eyes, I saw all the dreams I’ve ever dreamed and saw all the love I’ve ever loved, and I nearly crumbled. I was the mother looking into the eyes of a stranger child that should have been mine. She looked at me intently with all the innocence that belongs to a three year old, but with all the wisdom beneath that belongs to a seer. In her face, and her mannerisms, her father was clear. The man I’ve loved for so long, looked back at me through the girl across the table, and I fell in love all over again. In an instant, after after the initial gut wrenching maternal pain I felt, I knew that I would do anything for this child, for this girl who doesn’t even know me. I wonder if she could see the unshed tears in my eyes, and I wonder if she’ll ever know why. My love, I know he did, and I know it was torture for him to not hold me, just then. What a miracle he created, she is his most beautiful creation ever.