After spending nearly every waking minute with Angel for eight straight days, I knew that I had to tell her just one thing. So late at night, just before she fell asleep, I whispered it in her ear. She smiled the kind of smile that makes me smile back and she said, When Im seventy-five and I think about my life and what it was like to be young, I hope that I can remember this very moment.
A few seconds later she closed her eyes and fell asleep. The room was peaceful almost silent. All I could hear was the soft purr of her breathing. I stayed awake thinking about the time wed spent together and all the choices in our lives that made this moment possible. And at some point, I realized that it didnt matter what wed done or where wed gone. Nor did the future hold any significance.
All that mattered was the serenity1 of the moment.
Just being with her and breathing with her.
The moral2: We must not allow the clock, the calendar, and external3 pressures to rule our lives and blind us to the fact that each inpidual moment of our lives is a beautiful mystery and a miracle4 especially those moments we spend in the presence5 of a loved one.
