Reflex
You are all my reasons ~ A Beautiful Mind
She was born in the spring, near the time of the birthing of the lambs. Small and pink and sweet with a fuzz of pale hair. When he touches the palm of her hand her small fingers reflexively wrap around his, too small to even meet. Over time people will have fancy labels for such a thing, in this time he simply knows it as an endearment of a healthy little one. He names her Eiddwen, fair and beloved.
As he holds her, head in his hand, swaddled form along the length of his arm, he can feel her heart beat twice his, all things as they should be. He strokes her cheek, she moves into him as if she loves him already. He wonders if it is a reflex to love. Perhaps somewhere along the way we lose that, just as we lose the instinct to hold a hand and move into touch.
She was born in the spring, near the time of the birthing of the lambs. Small and pink and sweet with a fuzz of pale hair. When he touches the palm of her hand her small fingers reflexively wrap around his, too small to even meet. Over time people will have fancy labels for such a thing, in this time he simply knows it as an endearment of a healthy little one. He names her Eiddwen, fair and beloved.
As he holds her, head in his hand, swaddled form along the length of his arm, he can feel her heart beat twice his, all things as they should be. He strokes her cheek, she moves into him as if she loves him already. He wonders if it is a reflex to love. Perhaps somewhere along the way we lose that, just as we lose the instinct to hold a hand and move into touch.