Sometimes they will reach out from chair to couch, clutch their fingers, look at each other and say in a whisper, I love you. I love you so much.
Billy Sue loves both of you so much.
We all do.
My Dad has this wave, the broken wrist one. Yesterday I used it and finally understood.
His hand flopping at the end of his arm.
He'd stand there and I'd laugh as I backed out the drive.
It came to be our wave 'cause then I began to emulate it.
Last night as Slater and Shelby got in his car my hand flopped at the end of my arm.
And all of a sudden I knew what my Dad meant.
here's what I think.
it's gotta be.
that children come to break our heart.
this is not a bad thing.
'cause with every crack our heart expands.
and our love is able to spread to others.
Today I am grateful for holidays, weekends, time set aside to witness and testify to what and who we love. This is us.