One warm evening many years ago, after spending nearly every waking minute with “Angel” for eight straight days, I knew that I had to tell her just one thing.
So late at night, just before she fell asleep, I whispered it in her ear. She smiled the kind of smile that makes me smile back and she said: “When I’m seventy-five and I think about my life and what it was like to be young, I hope that I can remember this very moment.”
A few seconds later she closed her eyes and fell asleep. The room was peaceful almost silent. All I could hear was the soft purr of her breathing. I stayed awake thinking about the time we’d spent together and all the choices in our lives that made this moment possible.
And at some point, I realized that it didn’t matter what we’d done or where we’d gone. Nor did the future hold any significance.
All that mattered was the serenity of the moment; just being with her and breathing with her.
Moral of the story: “We must not allow the clock, the calendar, and external pressures to rule our lives and blind us to the fact that each individual moment of our lives is a beautiful mystery and a miracle especially those moments we spend in the presence of a loved one.”
