Me? There are many, but some I can remember right now:
A sunset in Laredo, made of thousands of yellows and oranges, as
I was driving a borrowed Ford Fiesta down the 85 towards Austin, with
some fine tune playing and the laughter of my first love, seating next
to me, bursting here and there to an inane, relaxed conversation.
It was a warm July afternoon with a fresh wind caressing our young
faces. I could have been there forever. We were sipping a Snapple, I
think, and talking about seeing the world together as if there was
not ending to it.
Another one, the first time my newborn niece grabbed my finger with
her tiny hand. She's 18 now but I can't help remembering that moment
every time I see her. That day time stopped.
Oh, and there's the first time I recall swimming with my dad. I remember
the expression on his face when he was holding me as I tried to stay afloat.
It was a mixture of awe, happiness, focus, and plenitude I cannot describe.
His eyes were full of life just from staring at me.
I'll post more as I remember.
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Originally posted by SeitseA Ford Fiesta...who'd borrow a Ford Fiesta? 😠
Me? There are many, but some I can remember right now:
A sunset in Laredo, made of thousands of yellows and oranges, as
I was driving a borrowed Ford Fiesta down the 85 towards Austin, with
some fine tune playing and the laughter of my first love, seating next
to me, bursting here and there to an inane, relaxed conversation.
It was a warm July afterno ...[text shortened]... cribe.
His eyes were full of life just from staring at me.
I'll post more as I remember.
Originally posted by SeitseMy bride answering "yes" on the beach at the Great Barrier Reef.
Me? There are many, but some I can remember right now:
A sunset in Laredo, made of thousands of yellows and oranges, as
I was driving a borrowed Ford Fiesta down the 85 towards Austin, with
some fine tune playing and the laughter of my first love, seating next
to me, bursting here and there to an inane, relaxed conversation.
It was a warm July afterno ...[text shortened]... cribe.
His eyes were full of life just from staring at me.
I'll post more as I remember.
A boiling hot summer's afternoon in UK, 10 years ago.. when records were hit for all time high. I was sitting outside a country pub in Warwick in 39Deg C, overseeing the castle. A cold cider was served to me. It was beautifully chilling and iced glass. That was a wonderful sight.
However, the most beautiful sight a man can see is his child being born. There's no question about that?
-m.
Originally posted by SeitseFive-way tie for first: the birth of each of my children, now ages six through 18... although the first one was probably equal parts terror!
Me? There are many, but some I can remember right now:
A sunset in Laredo, made of thousands of yellows and oranges, as
I was driving a borrowed Ford Fiesta down the 85 towards Austin, with
some fine tune playing and the laughter of my first love, seating next
to me, bursting here and there to an inane, relaxed conversation.
It was a warm July afterno ...[text shortened]... cribe.
His eyes were full of life just from staring at me.
I'll post more as I remember.
I remember a beautiful sight, looking at the Kern River in California near lake Tahoe, there are these gigantic rocks in the river with I think, mica flecks in them, intense white rocks, reflecting the afternoon sun and the river was rather boiling hard running down the mountain at a pretty steep angle, the water was a striking turquoise color, simply breathtakingly beautiful.
I could not have captured that with a camera because a camera would not have done it justice.
I have some top moments.
The birth of my twins. They were very easy births as they were tiny preemies. I was surprised that they looked like tiny little monkeys, they even had that downy fur on them. It was a bit startling. I don't think anything has compared to me as that day seeing them finally. They were truly helpless and we were in awe of their existence.
My son's 9 lb 10 oz appearance after many agonizing hours of labor. He was this giant, blonde and beautifully rosey thing busting down the door of our LIFE.
Sunrise in the New Hampshire White Mountain National Forest with someone I loved. What a raw and innocent morning in my life.
A place called Lower Falls in New Hampshire that is a series of ancient solid glacial rock smoothed over by river and river and river and river flow...so that it now forms pools, smaller streams, dips and ravines and a natural waterslide, and is the color of dark honey.
The stark contrast of the Arizona desert and the Dragoon Mountain peaks. How amazing they looked to me at dusk . The desert, which was nothing I had ever seen, coming from the Northeast of the US, filled with oddly shaped cacti, tumbleweeds, the color of the sand and haphazard brush - and then it stopped when it demarcated at the mountain bottom. It looked like something completely unreal....almost science fiction.
I've seen too many beautiful things in nature but those above left me speechless and teary eyed.
a question for you breeders: would you feel the birth was less or more beautiful, if it didn't involve an earth shattering amount of pain and months of discomfort? would it lessen the experience if you didn't suffer for it? and I don't mean the pain that you can kill with drugs, but the whole trauma and sort of sacrificial nature of giving birth.
Originally posted by wormwoodHaving experienced both, where my son's was really painful and long and my twins being rather painless (dare I say - barely felt it?) because they were tiny (3 and 4 lbs) and I was drugged to the gills, I would say the birth of all my children was a beautiful experience. My girls were not beautiful in the aesthetic sense, in fact, their appearance was mildly ugly, like what animals look like when just birthed. They were sort of like tiny aliens to us, not fit yet, completely, for life on the planet and so we watched them in the intensive care unit for three weeks, visiting them and enjoying the privilege and novelty of being allowed to feed them and change their diapers. You can't feel that an experience like that is anything other than beautiful and life changing. Well, I suppose some people might be stressed but it was the most precious time in our lives (my ex husband and I).
a question for you breeders: would you feel the birth was less or more beautiful, if it didn't involve an earth shattering amount of pain and months of discomfort? would it lessen the experience if you didn't suffer for it? and I don't mean the pain that you can kill with drugs, but the whole trauma and sort of sacrificial nature of giving birth.
I didn't feel their birth was sacrificial like my son's. During my son's birth I BEGGED everyone in the room to help me. I think I was shocked by how difficult it was but when he finally was born, I forgave nature immediately for his being so enormous because I marveled at his real aesthetic beauty and size. He was the hero of the nursery because he was the largest and because he was so handsome.
It's not about suffering. It's about being humbled by the gift of having a child that you crumple when you finally see them.