today I fucked up probably to the largest degree in my life. here us to hoping everything will fall back into place
two weeks ago, when my family went out for Father’s Day to a really fancy restuarant, I saw a miracle. No, it wasn’t the $236 tab (tip not included). No, it wasn’t the melt-in-your-mouth duck skin….
In the car while we were driving home after dinner (we took only one car), my dad put his arm around my mom’s shoulder. and my mom put her hand on my dad’s knee.
this is the first time in my recent memory (10+ years) that they have shown any sort of physical affection. it’s a big deal.
In 30+ years of marriage, they lost their way. They forgot what it meant to love each other. And that’s no secret if you see them interact day-to-day. But now I can at least hope they can find their way back.
maybe it was the fact that finally their two sons could support them (Denny and I split the bill), even in an insignificant situation like a dinner tab. maybe without the worry of our future they could worry about theirs. together.
definitely just stalked super hard……oops
I am more sure than ever that there exists a love that begins as a slow tick, always in the background. It’s never the focus, never the first thing you hear. But it’s always ticking, keeping pace.
But once the ticking gets louder and louder and loudest, the ticking becomes a thumping. The knocking becomes a beating. The beating becomes a rhythm.
The rhythm you can’t ignore. You feel it in your heart and your lungs and all of your guts. But where did it come from? How could you have missed it?
Silly. It’s always been there. Just waiting for the right time to grab your attention - to seize it.