Crossing Over

Crossing Over

From A 6th Bowl of Chicken Soup for the Soul

Crossing Over

It was a cool autumn day. Clouds overshadowed the canopy of blue, as if God wanted to hide the sun’s great splendor. The winds whispered by as leaves rustled to the ground.

A day to remember, that was. The day young women everywhere wait their whole lives for, and I knew in my heart I would treasure those moments forever.

Before me stood a young man with whom I had shared my vast secrets and enchanted moments. I had whispered promises in his ear and did my best to fulfill them. I had never trusted anyone with the key to my heart until he entered my life. Now, I knew the only safe place for this key to remain was with him.

This was a first for both of us. We gazed nervously in each other’s eyes, waiting for the other to make the first move. I was unsure if we were ready for this. Making a hasty decision like this could be so devastating to our lives.

We stood there in silence for what seemed an eternity. Echoes from the past rang endlessly in my mind. The laughter and tears we had shared will forever be held in a special place in my heart. My emotions were so vulnerable at that point. Part of me wanted to run and hide, and the other said, “Go ahead. It’s time.”

Then just as if he were reading my mind, he gently grasped my hand, sending a cold chill up my spine and erasing all my doubt. With his soft voice, he whispered, “It’s time.”

I stood back to take one last glance at him to remember how he looked before we took this major step. Never again would I look at him as I do now. Things would be different once we crossed over; we couldn’t look back.

Once again our eyes met. If only we could cease time and steal those moments away in our hearts forever. Neither he nor I would ever feel as we did then. There’s only one first time for everything, and this was it.

I wrapped my arms around him and playfully kissed the tip of his nose, then I whispered softly in his ear, “I love you.” Then it happened—the moment we both had been waiting for.

I’ll never forget that day or the silly grin on his face afterward. Tears streamed down my face as he crossed the street to step onto the big yellow school bus. Then he turned to me and said, “Bye, Mommy. I love you.”

Angela Martin

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