It's that time. This year I wanted to be different. And next year I want it to be different. And I want there to come a year when I don't remember at all...until weeks or months later.
This day, 5 years ago, I was on the road. In my mustang driving from seeing Grace in Missouri to catching up with Steve in college. When I was a few short hours outside Podunk Illinois, Steve told me he had a surprise for me.
I thought...no...but most likely. And that was the day I met the future Steve's wife.
It's like the chicken or the egg. Did I have this great moment to soften the blow that would come 16 days later? Or was the moment set to be stolen and overlooked for 5 years?
I don't know. Crying through my pain I am able to take back the good. The holy.
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