Sometimes, we forget. Forget the fear and the unknown. Sometimes, like today, we feel normal. A normal couple doing normal things. Making fun of our favorite basketball coaches and eating bad arena food.
Today we went to the Vanderbilt women’s game. It was awful. We lost to ODU by 15. Pitiful really. But we did make fun of Wendy Larry, the ODU coach. And the lady who sat behind her who wore stretch leggings and high heels and could jump up on those high heels like nobody’s business. Wendy and her crying towel. Wendy and her close to but not quite inappropriate touching.
Yesterday we drove home from Wisconsin. It was cold there but we returned to 50 degree weather. We each played DJ on the way home. It is a surprise game where whoever is not driving gets control of the iPod. One minute may be Brooks and Dunn and the next be AC/DC. Well, on my iPod anyway. Heidi’s would include some Diana Krall. We had a mini dance party in the Expedition.
We play and then we remember who we are again. We remember what it is to be happy. Really happy. Laughing, making up dance moves (all while driving). Contorting poor Summitt into a break dancer. We remember what it is to live. To laugh and love. To be content. To look toward a future.
For a few hours.
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