okay…so, as Gabe pointed out, the time-stamp on my blog is wonky. I posted my blog yesterday just before 8pm. Go figure. Today I’m cutting it close with a post at 12:30am.
His hand rests softly on my knee. A connection. Small but necessary.
I can hear his quiet voice amidst the other noises in the room. Children talking. Laughing. Melissa is telling a story. He’s singing in a language my ears can’t understand, but my heart knows it well.
His singing is soon drowned out by the other children in the room. I can’t understand them either, but I understand their smiles and I know their laughter. The feeling in the room soaks into my being and I can’t help but smile and laugh with them.
Helen is reciting a story to her cousin. She is very animated as her small hands flutter about and her face mimics a wide array of emotion in exaggerated form.
Arthur is sitting near me and he’s talking to Melissa. He is responding to something in her story. I listen, but I don’t listen. He is speaking English, but I’m not putting the words together. I just listen to the sound of his voice. Soft, low and strong. Such a change from the first day we met. He had spoken so softly that I couldn’t hear what he was saying and his words always sounded unsure.
After he got the know us and was more comfortable around us, his demeanor began to relax. His voice remained soft and quiet, but a confidence started to seep into the insecurity until it was gone.
I knew I would miss his voice. His easy spirit.
My heart grew heavy as I looked around the room filled with beautiful faces. I tried to burn their images into my memory. I tried to store this moment in a place I could never forget. Then I started to divide my heart.
A little for Helen. A little for Rose. A little for Timo. A little for Jonathan. A little for Arthur. A little for Patrik. A little for Eva. A little for big Rose. A litte for Ephriam.
My reverie was broken when I felt something warm and wet on my arm. I looked down to see Jonathan crying. He was looking at me with his dark eyes and was speaking to me in a pleading voice. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, so I looked to Arthur for support.
He leaned in, put his arm around Jonathan and began to speak softly to him. After they had spoken for a few moments, Arthur looked to me and said “He’s sad that you’re leaving.”
I managed a small smile before wrapping Jonathan in my arms. I held him and we cried together for what seemed both like an eternity and an instant. He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.
Placing a small, rough hand on my cheek, he whispered “Don’t go.”
Two small words and my heart was broken. My heart was healed. My heart was heavy. My heart floated away.
My heart felt complete.
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