One night while in Michigan, I remember rising from a sleepy slumber to the feeling of something moving. I first heard her, then saw the metal walker slowly glide past the doorframe. Mom appeared seconds later, clad in her blue nightgown, head down staring intently at the ground. She disappeared towards the bathroom light, which we left on as a "nightlight" for just these purposes.
I arose to see if she needed any help. We squinted at each other and at the jarring light. Then, I felt another presence and turned to see Dad, who had also woken up to check in.
There we were--the three of us in our jammies, hair smashed every which way, each of us with one eye open and the other still asleep.
That's love.
~E
No comments:
Post a Comment