A name is hardly ever just a name. A rose wouldn’t be as sweet, if known by any other name, of that I am certain. If I spoke of a flizbert and described red petals, thorns, and nectar that fills the air with sweet fragrance, no one would know what I meant. But if I speak of a rose, then all can taste its fragrance and feel its thorn.
Such is the case with my wife. Many know her name: Cherelle. But like the rose’s red and delicate petals, when I think of her, I think of love itself. She is the love that pulls everyone into the very essence of what love is. Her eyes emanate a light that becomes a soft and healing touch to those her gaze even slightly caresses. She is nature’s first golden green that remains persistent throughout time and regardless of how hard it may be to hold, her smile returns its gold to mine and everyone’s world.
Therefore, her birthday is a reminder to me that magic is real and possible. Without her birth, Frost would remain lost in the sadness that the day removes the innocence of first light. Sadly for him, he did not know Cherelle. He only knew the dissipating gold and loss of innocence that all people face as they journey through their lives. However, had her smile touched him, he would have known that nature’s first green does not die, but lives in and through her and he would not have needed to lament the passage of time.
So “Cherelle” is her name, but she is the light and love that makes the day’s first air rich with harmonic possibility. She is the love that asks nothing in return. Cherelle is the hope that light remains, even in darkness, and can heal even the most lost soul.
If you know her, please send her a happy birthday message — she loves you and I have no doubt you know that. She would grow in her love and innocence to know that you love her too…
