I Watch Him Sleep...

I watch him sleep.

I do this a lot lately. I listen to his breathing and watch his chest rise and fall....always praying that there will be another rise to fall. Holding my own breath at times until I see the subtle intake in his lungs.

I watch him sleep.

It gives me time to study the changes without him knowing I am looking. In the past, I never got the chance to watch him sleep. When I opened my eyes, his smiling face would always be there...watching me.

I watch him sleep.

And try not to imagine life without him. My life began with him and ends with him. I look for the place where I end and he begins, but it doesn't exist. We are one.

I watch him sleep.

And remember how he took the lives of two little people who were stuck in the middle and created a beautiful life for them...always making sure that they knew they were loved...unconditionally...eternally.

I watch him sleep.

At times, he turns and I see him the way he was...before. I miss that strength, that confidence, that cockiness to conquer the world. He turns again and I am reminded of now. I am amazed at the gentleness, the perseverance, the dedication.

I watch him sleep.

And thank God for the next breath...for the next year...for my life.