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The First Signs
Despite my family's rather unfavorable and even hostile reaction to my new husband, I loved Demyx with all my heart. Actually, the cold way my family regarded us probably spurred my devotion all the more.
So things had never looked brighter those August weeks after our marriage. Band camp was over, school was looming ever closer, and I was taking a last swim in our pool.
Demyx smiled his adorable smile from his perch on the pool deck, content to sit full of pool water and soak up the bright afternoon sun.
As usual, I soon tired of swimming and stepped gracefully out of the pool, immediately grabbing a towel and then rushing to collect my beloved spouse.
But, looking down at his smiling face, it seemed such a shame to bring him in so early. After all, he did so love to just watch the complacent water underneath a Saturday sun.
It strikes me now that I never actually took Demyx into the pool with me. Why not? It just never crossed my mind.
There were a lot of things that never crossed my young, girlish, selfish mind then, it seems...
"Well, Demyx, I'll be back to get you later, and you can just sit here and enjoy the water," I told him lovingly, setting him in a chair directly in front of the pool. Then I pranced off into the house without another thought.
Had I stopped to think, however...or listen...would I have found that my Demyx loved the water, but still felt rather lonely? Would I have heard a cry to wait, to come back, to take him with me, because he'd rather be in the fires of...a stove with me then in a beautiful ocean, alone?
I, apparently, didn't feel the same way. Even then the seeds of neglect had been sown.
 LadyAlisyn · Thu Jun 12, 2008 @ 11:56pm · 1 Comments |
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