A sobbing toddler stood at the doorway of my store this
afternoon. She was so little, I almost did not notice her.
Until I saw tears rolling down her cheeks.
I approached her slowly.
"Where's your mommy?" I asked, almost timidly.
She almost gasped...stopped crying for a moment. and whispered,
"Mommy."
I wished I knew what she was thinking.
Perhaps the mere suggestion of Mommy astounded her. Such that
"You know Mommy?" as in Mommy as a name.
It's kind of like tunnel vision, not seeing the whole picture,
not knowing.
* * *
Mark's working late this week. He's not home yet.. I don't think
he will be until I'm fast asleep tonight.
We really had a good talk last time...it was tearful but it
really felt like it could go both ways--I called him at five
in the morning before I left for Edmonton..to tell him I loved
him, but it didn't want to come out.
I wanted to tell him that I loved him stronger than I've ever
felt, and at the same time, differently than I've ever loved
before. I don't think I could describe it.
It's pretty powerful stuff. It makes me glow. :)
I am a cripple. Yesterday I took my first exercise class. Dude..I almost
DIED. At the end of the 'day after', my abs and back are ok,
and my arms and shoulders are a little stiff, but that is
NOTHING compared to the aches in my legs and gluts. Damn
man. I am a frikkin' gimp. I can't sit down comfortably.
(which has made for longer washroom breaks.) I can't climb
stairs. (which made me want to kick myself, if only I could,
when I forgot my cell in my room this morning.)
Anyways. Yeah. S'all 4 2nite.
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