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This week’s topic here at Silk And Shadows is about “the best romantic scene in a book or movie.” But I’m unable to compose a sensible response because I’m in love.
Shhh, shh. Don’t look at him. He’ll know we’re talking about him. Tee-hee-hee. Yes, that him! My hero! And he’s so strong, and handsome, and dreamy, and well-dressed. And he has my name on him! What’s not to love?
That’s the funny thing about those romance scenes. They don’t have much to do with reality. Which isn’t to say that romance doesn’t exist; just that it exists outside of the pesky needlings of reality, such as “So, isn’t your hero smart enough to wear a shirt in the middle of a Chicago November?”
That’s why when a new parent proudly displays her offspring with a cooed invitation to share her delight, your response can never be any of the following:
- “Well, he has the requisite number of limbs.”
- “At least he looks healthy.”
- “Who’s the father again?” (For the new author, this translates to “Who wrote this? You did?”)
No, as the cornered audience, you can only warily reflect that the chemical soup of interally produced painkillers, muscle relaxants and mood destabilizers coursing through mama’s bloodstream turns her into something closely related to a sleep-deprived ninja, and enthuse in return, “Oh, he’s going to make all the girls cry.”
Whether your new love is 8 1/2 pounds of squalling infant or 6 1/4 feet of black leather-wrapped alpha — or the 7-inch cover slick of the aforementioned alpha — of course you know it’s not always going to be perfect, or easy, or even particularly tidy. But you want that moment of illusion, the surprise and joy. And you want everyone — no, really, everyone — to feel that same thrill.
Later (say, October 6, 2009) he’ll grow up, take off on his own, hopefully make you proud, and maybe even support you in your old age. But whatever happens, you’ll always be able to pull out the baby picture and remember the moment you first fell in love.
And because who can get enough of baby pictures, here’s the backside.
No, not that backside…