I hold Jamie ever so close to my heart as I rock him. He is boldly fighting sleep. His eyelids began to droop downwards, but then he pulls them open again. I begin to sing to him. Little songs ma mere sang to me. Tender verses about safety and love.
Jamie is so beautiful. His hair is thick and black. His eyes are a much darker brown than his Father's or Brother's. Their brown is golden, like the syrup from a maple tree. Sometimes when you look deep into Jamie's eyes you feel that there is no bottom to them.
His hair is so soft. It feels as if you are stroking silk. His lips are perfectly proportioned. A perfect Cupid's bow is centered in his top lip. Many people thought Jamie was a girl for the first two years of his life. I wouldn't call him handsome. I'd call him beautiful. His skin is the loveliest shade of almond. I have never seen more perfect features on a male, adult, or child. Even though I'm only his "Foster" Mother I suppose that I might be a bit partial. On the other hand he IS beautiful!
I wish that I could have met Sarah, Jamie's Mother when she was alive. She was going to be, "The Leader of the People." Her people, her heritage, readied her to lead the People. The People was the name of her tribe of Indians. She told Blake that her people had come long ago from Jerusalem to the new world. In the Bible God calls those that follow Him, "The Chosen People." Sarah said that along the many years the "Chosen," part was dropped from their tribal name.
She was betrothed at the tender age of ten to a handsome young man named Vanque. He was two years older than Sarah.
When Vanque grew up he became the Leader of the Protector's. The Protector's were not Warriors in the typical sense of the word. In Sarah's life the Protector's had never waged war with other people. They protected by teaching about planting, fishing, and hunting. They also taught people about caring for their bodies. They also showed by example the importance of worshiping the Great Spirit. (Their name for God). So the Protector's were a composite of hunter-gatherers, wise men, and doctors. They had excellent battle skills that they never quit practicing, even though nobody in their lifetime had ever needed those skills.
I must have thought about Sarah too much. One night I dreamed that she came to me. She was so lovely. Looking at her I understood more about why Jamie is so beautiful. She said, "Celeste, woman who Mothers my birth child Jamie, and my child of the heart Eric, I wish to honor and thank you.
"You need to know that I'm watching over you and over our children. Please continue to love them. You have the heart of a Protector. You are fierce when you need to be, and gentle when you need to be. In addition you are close to the Great Spirit. I know that you pray to him often. Sometimes I am close listening when you pray out loud."
"Please do not give up on Blake's love. I am afraid that he will take a very long time to heal and marry you. Be patient with Blake. He is a very good man, and he needs a very good woman. You are a very good woman. It is an odd thing to try and find a new wife for your husband. I will always love him. On the other hand, he is so lonely. He needs you, and you need him. So again, be patient, please."
"I know that for most humans it can be difficult to believe that we live after death. It's especially difficult to believe that we can visit the living after we are dead. Knowing that, I'm leaving behind a tiny thing that will help you remember and believe." Sarah leaned down. Brushing hair away from Celeste's head she kissed the very highest point of her forehead. "There, now you will remember. Remember this Angel Kiss that I am leaving for you is very sacred. It will always help you remember that there are angels watching over you and the family that we share. I love you Celeste."
The dream was over. I remember awakening feeling groggy as though I had not slept long the night before. At first, I didn't remember the dream.
After I had dressed, made coffee and was sitting in a chair in my kitchen, the dream came flooding back. Quickly I walked into the shop. There is a large mirror that I placed on the wall. Slowly I lifted my hair. There was the faintest outline of a lip print. I lowered myself into the nearest chair. Sarah's ghostly visit couldn't have been real, could it?
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