In this season
We’ve been granted a slower pace
Living simply in the every day
And finding God there too

The rush has been left behind
A deep breath in, a long exhale
Holding tightly to the present
And each other

I’ve traded the morning commute
For morning cartoons
A full cup of chocolate milk
Next to my coffee with cream

The crunch beneath my feet
A small hand in mine
Your three strides to my one
We’re in rhythm

I’ve long been searching for contentment
And I’m finding it too
In “I love you mama”
and “I love you too”

When the world is chaos
Our little universe found peace
Even if only in this season
As time is soon fleeting, flying, leaving

Someday I’ll remember when
We turned off the “fast”
Before I’m reaching, grabbing
For times past

You are my beautiful reason
For this season
Little one
And for all to come.

Hello stranger,

We had only just met. But you knew even better than I that the relationship we were about to form was an intimate one. Professional, of course. But oh so close. You had done this before; a seasoned veteran of compassion and skill. My husband and I were new to this. I am sure you could sense it, noticing our tears and voices that cracked with unsureness, even before you received reports from your colleagues.

I watched as you methodically completed necessary duties. You were swift. You were serious. You were sure. When you were able to look our way, your eyes indicated a smile. The soft side of this calling, no doubt. Your lower face was shrouded in a mask, yet your eyes helped melt away our worry.

We were allured by your knowledge. Each gloved task was assured and tender. Your voice was soft and sometimes completely quiet, but I never doubted the love either way. Your confidence was definite; a beautiful light we needed in an uncertain time.

Your hands were not my hands, but the touch was gentle. Your heart was not my heart, but the love was palpable. Your instincts were not my instincts, but they rang true every time.

Your cape concealed by scrubs, though its presence was a promise. A stranger turned hero in no time at all.

Our bond was forged in fire. Still, I would like to think that outside of those hospital walls, I would see your pure heart and form a connection, one similar to that created by the nature of our encounter. That’s a tribute to your caring soul.

You saved our tiny baby. And you saved us too. How on earth could we not feel connected to you? The answer is impossible, because we forever will.

Our hearts beg for you to know you inspired us to be better: better parents, better friends, better givers in this aching world, and better empaths. You have encouraged us to be better strangers too. For one doesn’t know the wave that comes from the smallest ripple; but it needs to be shouted that your positive impacts were like a vast ocean. Your daily kindness reminded me then to freely give the same to all, and it comtinues to remind me today.

If we were ever to cross paths, I would embrace you while I spoke my appreciation (most definitely through tears). I would let you know that you changed my heart and my life for good.

Thank you, NICU nurse.

With sincerest gratitude and all my love,

Emily