Growing Up With Eleanor

In a small farming community close to Alton, Iowa, there was a boy with a heart full of dreams and eyes that saw the whole world in one soul. Her name was Eleanor, a girl who he watched as she danced through the stages of life.

As a child Eleanor’s laughter filled the air like music, and her feet moved with the grace of falling leaves. The boy watched from afar, admiring rhythmic sway of her form as she danced on the nimble legs of a young colt. Even then, he knew there was something magical about the girl who twirled in grain fields under the sun's approving gaze.

As years passed, Eleanor blossomed into a teenager, her spirit as untamed as the wind. She was honest and innocent, her eyes reflecting the clear blue of the summer sky. The boy felt stirrings of affection each time she was near. He watched her navigate the trials of adolescence with a quiet resilience, her laughter less frequent but all the more precious.

Now, standing before him was not the tiny dancer, nor the innocent teen, but a woman bathed in beauty, her every move a testament to the years that had shaped her. Her elegance was no longer confined to her dance but might be seen in the curve of her smile, the strength in her gaze, and the kindness in her touch. The boy, who had become a man by her side ached with a love that had grown as years were added to their lives.

He reminisced about the stages of her life, each memory a cherished chapter in the book he'd mentally penned. She was the constant in his ever-changing world. To him, she was more than just the girl he loved; she was the embodiment of every hope and dream of life.

And so, it was with great reverence that he tasted her lips and caressed her breasts. It was with a prayer for her future that he hovered above her in the darkness of the same bedroom where each child of her past had lived. Sinking carefully into her soft center, he felt the embrace of all that Eleanor had ever been. As he rested within her he looked at her face and saw the smile of that child who had danced under the sun’s approving warmth. He looked into her teenage eyes of innocence where his desires first began to stir. Then he saw her lips curve into the smile of a woman of elegance and grace as their subtle dance began to guide them toward heaven.