Notice God noticing YOU (Part 2)

The music ended.  They approach each other. 

Hey.

Hello.

Do you like my dancing?

I love your dancing.

My dancing is me.

Then I love you.

I love you too.

Why do you think out of all of the women on Duval Street, you noticed me?

You danced with a longing that I’ve had all of my life, the dance that makes you my wife.

Then I’m your wife.

And I’m your husband.

Why did you notice me noticing you out of all the men on Duval who stared as you moved?

Tell me what you saw, and I’ll tell you what I felt when you saw it.

Imagine I’m in a field.  Winds blow.  Animals run and eat and express animal voices.  None of them know I am there.  Bees fly.  Squirrels climb trees.  Everything goes on around me, but takes no notice of me while I take notice of it.  Then I see her.  A doe.  Staring at me.  I at her.  She slowly approaches.  Breathless, I wait.  She reaches where I am, and I stare.  The doe extends her nose, and I reach out my hand. She stays with me. 

You are the doe, the rare moment when a beautiful creature notices another creature noticing her. 

I felt your eyes, your attention, you affection, your adoration and appreciation.  It felt warm like a blanket.  I felt the love in your eyes, as if you had never seen anyone dance before.

***

His mother woke up and noticed him cooing while looking at the shadow of leaves on the wall.  “Hi baby boy,” she said.  And for the first time, he clearly and deliberately turned his head, looked her deeply in the eyes, and smiled.  It was different from his newborn smiles (which may or may not be smiles, which may or may not be gas.)  His mother saw the look on the face of an adult that every adult knows:  the look of recognition. 

She cried. 

Before, her baby boy simply saw things happening:  Movements.  Sensations.  Indistinctions. 
She used to watch him, but he was unaware of her watching him and loving him.  Now, starting today, he knew her voice and her face and her eyes. 

He responded to her, and their relationship began. 
He was no longer a baby among many babies.
He was hers, and she was his.  And they were one.

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