Miracles
Miracles happen everyday, bringing joy to peoples lives, and causing utmost happiness...Miracles can be large in number...and may be as random as anything, but today a miracle of life was one I experienced...
...As I looked at my son for the first time...
Bright blue eyes, because every child is born with the same eye colour, and his face lit up like the sun. He was so tiny, gentle to hold in my arms, I felt clumsy and afraid I'd drop him if I wasn't careful, I felt stupid too...stupid that I was crying...
I wasn't sure what to say or think as I looked at the boy in my arms...he cried for air as all babies do...waving his small arms around. I placed my hand on his, he grabbed my little finger, which looked so enormous in comparison to his, and didn't want to let go.
Ofcourse, I wasn't the only one there to experience this miracle. My wife-the girl I never expected I would end up marrying and having such a miracle with, also had a face of straming tears...It had been so unexpected her pregancy, but the both of us welcomed it with open arms...
...As did everyone else...
The three behind me looked just as excited as I did, my best friend, and now godfather lent over to get a good look at him. His eyes like my own large with joy and excitement, but pride too...he was proud of us and how we overcame our differences to realize the feelings everyone else saw between us, which we couldn't quite place.
Words of congratulations was passed between myself and the godfather...a pat on the shoulder from a brother...to show his affection.
When my other friend came forward, his hand on my wife's, who were closer than any of my other friends, for they had a closer background and friendship smiled weakly at us. I felt sorry for him then, remembering as tears streamed down his features, that he will never get to experience this...because of his condition...
We too shared a moment of devotion and friendship, thanking and smiling at each other. I had never felt so happy in my life-as the the world had lifted us up into the sky-further than the stars and the planets...and it was just us seven-and there was no one else to harm us-nothing could come between us.
When the mention of a name spurred to mind...there had been much talk of a name over the past few days...I remembered someone had told me when you look at thier face the name will click...but funnily enough, it didn't...it seemed he was too wonderful to have a name...When one of my friends looked up from the floor...the Godfather himself...
"What about Harry?"
My wife and I looked at each other, then back at the baby back in my arms. I muttered the name thoughtfully to myself...and I knew that it fit him...I turned to Lily, who agreed smiling deeply. We looked up and smiled at everyone in the room.
"Harry it is then..." I croaked..."My son's name is Harry Potter..."
My son...that is such a weird thing to say...so strange that only 5 hours ago I was declared just a husband...and now I am a father of a child.
Not just a child. My child. Our child.
Our Miracle.