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There is really nothing left to say. The title says it all. Happy Thursday, Happy Cherday!!! (if you are that guy, skip to second 31 to get to exactly what I am talking about.)
Last weekend Violet, the Seal, a good friend and I went for a lovely hike in the woods. It was a perfect day, perfect temperature and with perfect company.
I have wanted to learn/do parkour for some time, which I have practiced a bit and to which Violet very much disapproves. Our agreement to date is that if and when I have really good insurance I can do “this parkour thing”. I do not have really great insurance as of now and therefor have not done any parkouring… except for that one little moment at the bottom of the hike.
There was this big slanted bolder thing about 100 feet from the trail head and on the way up my brain was screaming “Run up that thing like spider-man! Do it do it do it!!” But I didn’t. Because I, like oh so many, am presently uninsured (different post!).
On the way down from the hike, as we passed that perfectly steep and slanted bolder again and maybe for the last time in my whole entire life my brain was screaming, “Now! Now! Now! Go! Go! Go!” and all of a sudden I was running and crawling up this huge steep bolder thing like a fucking superhero! I stood at the top, grandly bowing at the applause going wild in my head. Our friend was totally impressed and I am not sure what Violet would say now, but I saw that look, at the time I’m pretty sure she thought it was cool.
Our friend tried a few times but wasn’t quite getting it so I decided to climb down and show her how-its-done.
I got to the last bit of the rock that I could actually stand on and took a bit of a jump down. I landed… oh so totally unparkourly… and landed myself a very serious ankle injury. For the last few days I have been calling it a sprain but as I still can’t walk I am starting to wonder/worry a bit that something might be broken (the insurance should come through any day now! *insecure laugh with fingers crossed*).
Violet has bit her tongue and has been nothing but a sexy sweet angel nurse who has been so incredibly caring and kind to her now mostly useless, fleeting-moment-now-turned-ex superhero partner.
All of this is to say I have been spending a lot of time on the couch staring at books, magazines, blogs and youtube. So, besides knowing everything there is to know about African elephants (seriously, ask me anything) my favorite find so far is this short little video. I can’t stop watching it.
If there was a 100% guarantee that I would have this kid exactly I would happily sit on this couch for another 9 months. And seriously, I am a convert at this point- take Violet’s advice on this one – “No insurance, well then, don’t act dumb… you can’t afford it.”
As I tuck in the newest netflix under my arm, ready to watch a two hour documentary on African elephants. As I grab my glass of wine and the Seal’s favorite toy. As the Seal rushes ahead of me on the stairwell, spilling most of my wine, almost knocking me down. As I make my way up the stairs and on to our couch, where you are already camped out, without complaint at yet another documentary about African elephants. As I sit there with a tummy full of food that you and I have grown together, watered together, tended together, picked together and cooked together. As I sit there already wishing for dessert, right when you say, “Hey, what if I made some hot fudge for that bit of ice cream we have left?” As I put the movie on pause and watch you sail down the stairs like a sugarplum fairy, hair flying behind you, and that smile of yours that only a dessert can create. As I sit there sipping what is left of the wine that the Seal just made me spill, while she circles around and around and around on the couch making her fake little nest, as she plops down and grunts, like she does, and rests her heavy head on my lap. As I sit there and stare at the map of the world on our wall. As I am in awe again, like I am each time I look at the amount of ocean that use to sit between us. As I stare at that ocean and hear you clink and clank pots and pans in the kitchen, not even 40 feet away. As you holler up to me, “Almost ready! Do you want me to make you one or do you want to do it?” As I realize how wonderful and fun everything is right now, as it tends to be these days, more than not. As I say back, “You do it. I’ll love it… and promise to keep it to myself if I don’t.” As you run back up the stairs with two bowls of ice cream covered in freshly made hot fudge and that oh so proud smile. As I go to take a bite. As the damn dog takes a big lick of the corner of my spoon. As you wince and I say, “You know I’ll still eat off of this.” As you remind me, once again, of all the gross things that the Seal has licked that is now most likely on the spoon I am about to use.
As I sit here and eat ice cream with the hot fudge you just made, with a spoon that has just been licked by our dog , while I push play and we watch a sunrise in Africa and the narrator begins to talk. As you tuck into my arm, covering the half of me and my lap that the Seal hasn’t claimed. As I sit here right now, with you, and now the Seal too, I want to say thank you for the last four years. You make everything worth it.