I see a glimpse of a woman in a white gown standing before me, my eyes misty with the fulfillment of a lifetime’s prayer. Cut to a brand new life in my arms, again my eyes filled with the catharsis that only comes from knowing this life is your own flesh and blood. Now I see a car ride with everyone but the driver asleep, road weary from the long drive. I smile to look upon a woman I’ve learned to love and children who have stolen my heart drifting off to a highway’s lullaby. Instantaneously, I am transported to another church scene, myself standing across from another woman in a white gown, this time bearing half my resemblance and half that of the woman by my side.
IN ALL OF THESE VISIONS, I find myself longing now for them to come to pass, but I want to enjoy the ride from the first to the second and on to the rest. I don’t want to skip a moment. And I yearn that they may all come true. Well, good night, world.
