An Observation

I just spent a wonderful 50-or-so hours with my nephew, and him being nearly two that means a hell of a lot of Wiggles. In a move I think is brilliant, amongst the new colorful cast is a woman - Emma. Yesterday morning sometime me and my little buddy were watching the skivvy clad ones and Emma was central to the piece, when I heard my nephew whispering something: "Emma pretty" he said. I looked at him to see him staring fixedly at her, and it was so beautiful it actually half-triggered a memory of my own. Watching something, possibly the Wiggles of yesteryear, I remember being hypnotized in much the same way at some woman who was doing a ballet dance and dressed as an angel. Like my mini-buddy, neither of us, in our respective times, had any idea why these creatures captivated us in such a state of awe, thus it is at once utterly innocent and yet a prelude to a kind of magic he will one day reserve for a very special one, after he's mistakenly shared it with countless anonymous others, as I did (now no longer). He'll know who that special one is, because she will walk into the room and captivate him just like that, breaking through all the immunity and filters his life between now and then will (hopefully) put around him. He will be a grown man, but for a moment he'll be reduced back to that state that Emma had him in, and she'll be the only thing there and the rest of the world will be just a void. Like it was yesterday, it will be entirely innocent, because won't know what to say or do, he won't know what he wants. She'll be as much an enigma as had been that pretty lady on the television. It will be entirely new and special because he won't remember the days when lights and sound could have such an effect on him. It will be entirely different, because it will be love, and I'm taking what I've seen as evidence that love isn't the 83 three million megaton nuclear force we make it out to be. It's a whisper from childhood, a subtle, small feeling that tells you that you've traveled across time and distance and yet, with this person, you are home. I hope he knows it, this first encounter, this inconsequential prelude, this tiny non-crush, with a beautiful woman will echo through his life and gently touch him one day in the future to tell him he's arrived. He's home.