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I never would have believedin love, at first sight, a second time around. The cynic in me would have never even thought to entertain such a ridiculous cliché. But from the moment my son cried out his very first breath upon entering this world, something inside me shifted. Something inside me woke up, and my heart once again started to beat to a new rhythm.
Benjamin Blake Reynolds was born at 11:45 a.m. this Saturday morning, weighing a healthy eight pounds, four ounces. Ava screamed, cried, and cursed me to the high heavens the whole time. But my girl has always been strong, and with fierce determination, she bore down and brought my son into this world like the warrior she is.
I glance down at my beautiful son cradled in my arms, sleeping peacefully, and my heart swells. Other than the woman currently sleeping on the hospital bed next to me, he is the most exquisite thing I have ever seen.
He already has a mop of dark hair on his head. My mother pointed out that so did I when I was born and that this little guy is my double. He may have some of my features, but the little button nose on his heart-shaped face definitely belongs to his mother.
I glance over to the love of my life, currently deep in slumber. Exhausted from the hours spent gifting me with the most precious thing I have ever been given. Her chest rises up and down slowly. The wedding rings adorning the hand resting on her now empty stomach twinkling under the dimness of the night-light above her bed. She is still the most beautiful woman in the world, and as I glance down at our wonderful creation, emotion brings a well of tears to my eyes.
Sixteen years ago, I fell in love at first sight. We were worlds apart, and I fought with everything I had to make those two worlds collide. And if I had to go back in time, I would do it all again. I would fall from grace, damning my soul to hell all over again, just to have this moment. I would throw all my morals out the window to ensure that I could spend the rest of my life with Ava in my arms. There isn’t a single sin I wouldn’t commit in making sure she will always be mine.
She is my bright-pink flower in a field full of white daisies. She is all I see in a world filled with people painted a dull gray.
She is my everything.
She is my wife.
She is my kryptonite.
The End.
