Written by Elissa Romines
It was just Bobby and me. And baby Winnie sleeping in the wrap.
Bobby has two babies, now grown, a boy and a girl. There can be an ocean of differences between a person and me on the streets. But when we talk about our children, the ocean dissipates.
"Isn't being a parent the most incredible thing?," I offered, patting the baby sleeping on my chest.
Bobby tilted his head back, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh-- the kind of sigh after your first drink of something cold on a hot day.
"Now those are the good days." he answered.
Bobby told me about the good days. About how he played and laughed with his babies until his babies turned into grown ups. About when his daughter, his very first child, was born.
"It was love at first sight. And I told her that, too. I told her every day. That was our thing: Love at first sight."
Bobby called his daughter a few years ago on Christmas Day. Quite a bit of time had passed since they had last spoken-- so much time that she didn't recognize his voice.
She hung up on him in disbelief.
He called her back.
She still wasn't convinced.
But just before she could hang up once more, Bobby blurted out the one thing he knew to be true:
"It was love at first sight!
It was love at first sight."