08-31-2010, 01:21 AM
[You write so beautifully, Kris!]
Geneva felt a region of her heart melting. Pripyat did not even know this place at all, but he stated that he would be happy here. She knew that he could sense that her heart was divided. She wanted so badly to return to a place to call home, whatever that might mean. She had loved the light house, but that had not truly been home to her. It had been her stalwart stronghold as she raised her child, and she would always be grateful for that place. But that was not the place where she had learned about the mystery and the muscle of love, a love that came from outside herself and despite herself.
"We will stand here with your father," Geneva said, smiling at him. The spirit of his generosity blew her away. Where had he learned to be so good, so pure? She was certain that that sort of wisdom had absolutely nothing to do with her. She did not feel that those were things that she could impart. Pripyat was her blessing that never should have been, her beautiful little mystery. There were dimensions to his heart and soul that she could barely begin to fathom.
The Whilom did not know if becoming a family would be easy for them. Pripyat and Jefferson were beginning their relationship on the brink of a great divide, and Geneva and Jefferson had a lot of ground to cover if they were to truly find their way back to each other. But standing here, back at the ranch with the warmth of the August sun on her shoulders, Geneva believed that it was possible.
Geneva felt a region of her heart melting. Pripyat did not even know this place at all, but he stated that he would be happy here. She knew that he could sense that her heart was divided. She wanted so badly to return to a place to call home, whatever that might mean. She had loved the light house, but that had not truly been home to her. It had been her stalwart stronghold as she raised her child, and she would always be grateful for that place. But that was not the place where she had learned about the mystery and the muscle of love, a love that came from outside herself and despite herself.
"We will stand here with your father," Geneva said, smiling at him. The spirit of his generosity blew her away. Where had he learned to be so good, so pure? She was certain that that sort of wisdom had absolutely nothing to do with her. She did not feel that those were things that she could impart. Pripyat was her blessing that never should have been, her beautiful little mystery. There were dimensions to his heart and soul that she could barely begin to fathom.
The Whilom did not know if becoming a family would be easy for them. Pripyat and Jefferson were beginning their relationship on the brink of a great divide, and Geneva and Jefferson had a lot of ground to cover if they were to truly find their way back to each other. But standing here, back at the ranch with the warmth of the August sun on her shoulders, Geneva believed that it was possible.