So beautiful.........

......... it made me cry.

My baby's just been tending to his flowers, as he does every night when we're together - each night without fail he takes a couple of minutes to check them, to pick out any dead ones, to rearrange them, to top up the water and to stand back and look at them. They've done incredibly well, he's had them over a fortnight and their longevity has surprised us both; but I guess when you lavish them with love, care and attention - as my baby does, it must help, they've been very happy flowers. As a further guess, this is also where my baby and I differ because I do like to look at them, they are beautiful and they brighten the house up but for me that's pretty much it, I don't really get involved in them beyond that; or I didn't until this evening. My baby, well he's the one who shows a true caring interest in them, he gets involved and gives them his time; and that's not just because they were a gift from me, he does it because that's the kind of guy he is, that's his nature. He treats them like, I don't know, but like they're more than flowers; he treats them like he would treat me or any other of his friends - like he treats any other living thing I guess. He doesn't know he's doing it and there's nothing wrong in it at all but he does treat them like they've got feelings, like they can appreciate the care and love he gives them - I guess they can, I'm certain they can.

They took a bad hit today, there were three or four flowers that had succumb and were far from looking their best. I was watching my baby as he went out about his evening ritual and when he noticed the dead flowers and began picking them out he was saying out loud, oh we've got a dead one babes, oh no here's another one too. He was stating fact, he wasn't getting emotional over it, unlike me; for some reason it just hit me - the flowers were fading away and dying; such beauty and it's never meant to last. I started to feel real upset, not only for my baby as his flowers declined in numbers but for the flowers themselves, after a couple of weeks of them brightening our lives up, we had to witness their decline. I appreciate it's a silly and an over sentimental train of thought but I couldn't help myself, it just hit me out of nowhere whilst watching my baby. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as my baby continued to pull out the remaining dead flowers and once complete he rearranged the remaining good ones within the vase. And then he started to talk to them, it was just the most beautiful moment I've ever witnessed, he was talking to them like they could hear and understand him - like he'd talk to me; just the purest sentiment I've ever seen. He talked to the flowers still in the vase and then thanked the dead flowers in his hand for bringing us so much colour and beauty; and the tears just rolled down my face - not just one or two, there were floods of tears..............

My baby turned around to face me and well, there I was, in a state of emotional abandonment; he rushed on over to comfort me whilst asking me what was wrong but I couldn't talk. He cuddled and kissed me whilst helping to dry my tears and pleading with me to tell him what was wrong. When I regained some self composure I told him there was nothing wrong, it was in fact quite the opposite; it was his caring, loving nature - so effortless, open and all encompassing that blew me completely away. My baby thought it was a compliment but it wasn't, it was nothing but the truth; a truth so beautiful it made me cry. For you baby, you make me feel like your flowers - so loved and so cared for; and just like your flowers you're beautiful. With love xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.