The word “love” is often associated with the symbol of a heart right? Everyone can feel their own heart beating by the pulsations in their chest, arms, neck, and sometimes “headaches.” That “thump thump………thump thump…..thump thump” sound over and over again. The heart is what circulates life through our bodies. Without your heart you die. For me my heart is my daughter.
I’ll never forget the first time I sat in the doctor’s office and they placed that contraption on my wife’s stomach, turned up the volume on a speaker and I heard a “whooshing” sound over and over and over again. I asked the doctor what the sound was and she replied “that’s the babies heartbeat!” I melted like butter. No sound before it ever compared. Here I was, 30 years old, streaming tears of joy and a smile ear to ear in front of a couple of strangers who get to hear such wonderful music on a daily basis. My wife and I both looked at each other and knew, at that moment, that our hearts belonged to this little person. It was then that I promised my baby that I would dedicate every ounce of me to his/her life. (At that time we hadn’t yet found out we were having a girl). It’s her world now!
People often try to define “I love you.” There is no one particular definition rather it’s what the individual feels. For me love is my family and this little girl who has brought so much joy and laughter to our lives. She has no idea the impact she has had on so many….almost a rejuvination of sorts. She is my heart!