I’m walking on air, my seam is busting with
excitement. I can’t even wrap my head around the thought that life is growing
inside of me. A life that my husband and I have created together and a life
that we will get to see grow. Whoever thought that peeing on a stick could make
such feelings run right through my bones. Neither my love nor I ever acquired
the taste for math but seeing that plus sign and knowing what it means is just simply
amazing.
Riding on the
elevator I couldn't help but about think how blessed that I truly am. My
husband Louis and I both work at one of the most popular buildings in New York
City. Looking out of my office window at the beautiful bustling city below is a
site not many get the opportunity to see. With my mind in its giddy state about
the baby I don’t think I have one negative comment to say about anything.
Growing up, even at a young age I always knew I wanted to be a mother. HECK!
Even the fact that I might have failed one of my exams from one of my night
classes at Berkeley College won’t even bring me down. Oh wait! Now that I think
about it maybe I should be worried. NO! I won’t let anything ruin this moment.
Sitting
at my desk filling out the last of my paperwork I spared a glance at my clock.
Seven fifty seven in big red numbers flashed on the black background. My mind flashed toward the moments with my
husband and me. The church picnic we had a couple of days ago made me realize
just how blessed I really am. Who would have thought the spouses could rekindle
all that emotion and love in one day, at one picnic. Playing basketball,
associating with the church members, stuffing ourselves full of hot dogs and
hamburgers are memories that will never leave me. Let’s not forget the cuddling
on the blanket and watching the firework display. WOW! What will it be like when we have
children? We could watch them play and laugh with their closets friends and
family members. “OH! Listen to me” I chuckled silently. Here I am talking about
children and I just found out I was pregnant with my first. I mean I know once
I have this baby there will be more, just going to state the facts. “Come on,
get it together Trisha work needs to be done, stop day dreaming,” I scolded
myself knowing good and well that it wasn't going to work. My mind has been swallowed up by my future
dreams and I’m losing concentration
With
the past thoughts running through my mind I decided I needed to take the rest
of the day off and spend it with my sick hubby. I imagine us curled up together
on the sofa watching “Mash” reruns with a hand on my belly somewhat holding the
precious baby inside of me. After checking out and heading to the elevator Mr.
Michaels (the top dog around here) abruptly stopped me.
“Ah yes, Mrs. Massari could you run this stack of
paperwork to Mrs. Hansen’s office. I would myself, but I’m a busy man and just
simply don’t have the time for petty errands.” He smiled a smile that just
dared you to go against his wishes.
“Why yes sir, I
can take care of that right away.” I smiled politely, but for some reason felt
the need to do one of those sarcastic maid curtsies thing. I inwardly giggled
as I grabbed the stack of papers from his hand.
“Mrs.
Hansen, I’m sorry to interrupt but Mr. Michaels asked me to deliver these.” I
smiled
“Of course child,
hand them here” said the old woman with an outstretched arm. With one wave of
her hand I was dismissed. Geesh these people around here are so polite I
thought with a roll of my eyes.
Pulling out my
cellular device and dialing home I thought it would be better of me to give my
sickly husband a fair warning of my coming home early.
“Hey
Love,” he answered in a voice where you could just hear his stuffy nose. My
poor hunny I thought.
“Hey,
how are you? Feeling any better? Did the medicine help?” I found myself
shooting off the obvious questions. I walked over to the nearest window peering
out
“Honestly, the
medicine has barely helped” he continued but I wasn’t even aware of what he was
actually saying for I was too focused on the plane that was flying awfully
close.
“Baby, are you
okay, do you have something on your mind?” He asked curiously as I directed my
attention away from the window telling myself that the plane probably has a
good enough reason.
“Yes, of course,
why honey?.” I asked even though I know he was referring to me spacing out.
“You just seemed
to be spaced out.” BINGO! Two point for the wifey. I of course said I was perfectly fine and he
continued to talk. As he did so I glanced back at the window and froze at what
I saw. THE PLANE WAS COMING DIRECTLY AT ME!
“OH MY GOD!” I
screamed before a twisting pain over took my body and disappeared just as quick
as darkness over took me.
The
wonderland-looking place was whiter than snow. The love of a mother and child
could be seen in its midst. A young
beautiful mother was laughing and playing with her child with glee. This place
held no hurt, no pain, nor sorrow. A billowy white place, a flowery swing, a place
filled with love, and laughter that was a beautiful melody to your ears that
flooded your body with warmth. The mother was gleefully chasing the child
around, playfully catching, and falling to the ground with smile stretching ear
to ear across their faces. Both the mother and child were unaware of all the
heartache, suffering, and chaos flooding the world just down below.
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