Reflection

When I look at her, I see her past.
I see the laugh lines surrounding her eyes. Ah, her laugh. Its warm and inviting. Its child-like and deep.
I see the life she's fought for. The life she holds firmly in her hand. That she defends with honor, dignity, grace, and beauty.
I see the child she once was. Her scraped knees and dirt covered face. Filled with wonder and curiousity about the giant world that surrounds her.

When I look at her, I see her in this present day.
I see a friend that would drop everything to help where she can. Someone that answers those 3am phone calls just to listen...or give advice.
I see confidence. She walks with her head held high and shoulders back at all times. People notice when she walks into a room.
I see a wise woman. She has learned from her mistakes. She has soaked in the knowledge given to her by others. And she passes on what she can.

When I look at her, I see my future.
I see my soulmate. My best friend. My confidant. The woman who knows my greatest fears, my deepest hurts, and my biggest dreams.
I see the mother of my children. I see her arms wrapped around me and our child as we celebrate all the many firsts that will come.
I see my lover. The only one that knows every inch of my body. The one that knows exactly where each nerve ending is...and which ones to kiss gently...or aggressively.

But when I look at her, mostly, I see the Reflection of my love in her. I see that the same love that pours out of me and into her, pours back into me as well. When I hurt, she hurts. When she is filled with joy, I am filled with joy.

We are a mere Reflection; a beautiful, magical, Reflection of each other.