Once I stared into a pair of tiny bright eyes, transfixed and entrapped. I was falling.
Now I am falling again.
Once I ran my fingers through soft silky hair, twining and twirling through my fingers carelessly. I was falling.
Now I am falling again.
Once I traced patterns on soft warm blubbery skin. I was falling.
Now I am falling again.
Once I perfected sequences of voice and movement, gibbering like a fool, repeating over and over. I was falling.
Now I am falling again.
Once I stared at a sleeping face that could stop time, meekly smiling to myself as seconds ticked away. I was falling.
Now I am falling again.

I am lucky I am falling. I thought falling could only happen once in my life. I may never get another chance.
In the meantime I’ll keep falling. Holding my wife’s hand as we fall together.
We can’t help it.
Falling deeper. Deeper and deeper.

I love you more every day, my grey eyed Lass.