It's been an up-and-down day. I stayed up late, talking with my boy. This is always a good thing. But I awoke early. I was trying to get a read on my life when my phone rang. It was Momma, which made me happy. No, I didn't get my annual Easter-chocolate hunt - weird, the first time ever since I was a little girl. But at least she called. I told her to get rid of my dad so I could come over and get the rest of the things at her house that belong to me.
Really, folks, it felt like separation.
Next, I lied back down to rest. I worried a lot about my relationship with my boy. I do that a lot, I know, but I just couldn't turn off my brain. Next, my phone rang again. My boy called me, if only to say, "I wanted to say good morning. And that I love you."
How does he know? How does he know exactly when I'm about to dive off a cliff? It really does amaze me.
But, honestly, tonight, folks, it's not a good night. It's a difficult night. There are things happening that I don't yet want to talk about, if only because I don't want a lecture on how things will improve. It doesn't feel like they will.
I will tell you the truth, but it will be closer to the end.
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