The door creaks as you walk through, keys and briefcase quickly discarded.

Your eyes find me as you turn, already staring back at you.

Pausing, you allow me a moment to take you in - your body, your clothing, but mostly I stare at your face.

The culmination of hundreds of people loving each other in years long past.

Do you get your eyes from your mother?

Those ever changing, dazzling blues. On happy days they are a shade of azure that melts me. A moody steel when you’re being haunted by memories you’d like to forget.

Your nose, Grecian and defined, provides the perfect symmetry to your features. Did that belong to your grandpa? Or maybe a long since forgotten aunt?

High cheekbones that gracefully blend into your sharp jaw and chin. Did those belong to your father?

As you come closer, I reach for you and you smile.

My favorite part -those beautiful lips. Soul meets soul on the lips of a lover. I wonder who gifted you these.

As you pull me close, I take one last look before you kiss me. How beautiful it is to see everyone who made you staring back at me.

I silently thank the gods for the love of your ancestors. The aged ones who created you simply by loving each other. Every decision made led to the creation of this deity now staring back at me.

Who do I thank for you?