This little gem was floating around in my ridiculous amount of Halloween photos. As I was going through them to delete the ones that didn’t turn out or were multiples I hit delete on this one because it was an accident. I meant to be just a tad further away from the subject. Before I confirmed that I wanted to send it to it’s final resting place in my Recycle Bin, I looked again.
I was suddenly taken aback at how striking this was.
Not the quality of the photograph. I am NO photographer.
What struck me was what this image means to me.
Those lips promised me forever.
Those lips kiss me goodnight. Every night. And not just because the sign above the bed tells them to.
Those lips quivered with emotion inside the man who found out he was going to be a daddy for the first time.
That mouth dropped wide open in shock when he was told he had fathered another child so shortly after the first one.
Those lips whispered to the unborn babies inside my body.
That mouth kissed my belly when it was stretched with child.
Those lips made promises to a mother that she and her children would always be loved and taken care of.
Those lips whisper goodnight to each and every child each and every night.
Those lips kiss little bitty foreheads after the lights go out.
That mouth kisses mine without needing a reason.
Those lips have kissed my face when I’ve cried.
That mouth, those lips and that man mean everything to me.
So does the picture.