Inspiration

Everyone has a favorite memory of childhood- mine, which is by far my most favorite memory (and I think I've might have written about it before), is as distinct as it is vague. I think I was somewhere between 12-15, it might have been fall, it was sometime in the early afternoon... my Dad had just left for work and the three of us kids were sitting down to school in our sun room where the wood stove was. Suddenly my Dad was racing back up the drive, flying like a bullet in his silver Taurus. He came running into the house to the stereo- we were all flabbergasted and my Mom was a bit worried and asking what was wrong- but he just tuned to a certain station on the radio and turned it loud. Then, grabbing my Mom, they waltzed in the living room to their wedding song while we watched with smiles and a bit awed from the sun room; I think my Mom was a bit teary.

Back then it stuck in my head as a picture of the love I wanted someday.

Perhaps my eyes may project wistfulness, yet its amusing and a bit endearing (in an almost childlike way) to think my husband probably does not remember a single song we had at our wedding. Still, as I stood at the sink washing dishes just now listening to my parents love song and thinking about my marriage my dear little baby squealed at a joke she had with her hands just then (who knows what they tell her but she is certainly entertained enough to not take naps) and suddenly the arguments we've had and the disappointments that have piled up (and sometimes, to my chagrin, been neatly cataloged for future reference in a pathetic library of failures) all disappeared and it is all worth it. Husband and I have our ups and downs as everyone does, but all of it is a pale grey edged with pink- like a sunrise- when I think of the blessing of our Margo.

Ah, but dishes call. Sigh- I enjoy cold rainy days like today more than any other kind of day- but chores do not do themselves so I can sit and type my heart out. Good thing I love my job! =)