So, this morning Craig and I were at marriage therapy talking through some tough stuff. After our session we felt grateful and emotional and so when the elevator doors closed behind us, we kissed. It was tender, hard-earned, real kissing.The kind of kissing you can forget exists for whole decades of your life. It was good to remember, so we forgot where we were. And the elevator door opened. And there we were- all tangly and kissy and almost forty and suddenly staring at four surprised people: one elderly couple with canes and one thirty something pushing a man in a wheelchair. And we all just stood there staring at each other for a moment. My face turned hot(ter) and red(der). And then the elderly man suddenly said HA! and swatted his elderly wife on the fanny and she looked at him shocked and then she burst out laughing and then the lady pushing the wheelchair started CLAPPING at me and Craig and the elderly couple. She was just standing there wildly CLAPPING at us. And then the man in the wheelchair yelled, WELL ALL RIGHT! GOOD FOR YOU GUYS! at me and Craig. And Craig and I were STILL TANGLED UP. And so then everybody burst out laughing except for me because I started crying, of course. Because everybody recognizes hard earned love when they see it. And because everybody wants to have love and feel love and try love and resurrect love and celebrate love. And because these little moments happen between strangers and you think: we are all exactly the same. We are all just EXACTLY the same. Were all just trying to do love right.Trying to grab it when we see it. Trying to hold on. Every last one of us.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 00:07:51 +0000
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