the moments we remember
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have gone behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
“Time-Pink Floyd”
i remember it was a sunny and cool day. i was riding in the little red pickup truck that daecon had when i met him going… somewhere. i don’t think it really mattered then, i was just wanting to be somewhere else. i had been brooding over my relationship with daecon and wondering what this man could possibly want with me.
so i asked him, and his answer has stuck clearly in my mind ever since. “what do you ultimately want to get out of our relationship?”
“infrequent visits from the grandkids.”
there was only a space of a couple heartbeats before he answered. eight years later i still wonder if that was something he just said from his heart or decided that he was going to say that when i asked. either way, i know he meant it.
a year later we were in the parking lot of the old practice space where my band use to meet. my old musician crowd and we were having one of those “interesting” evenings. daecon had taken me out to show me the grasshopper clinging to one of the few pieces of grass in a wasteland of broken glass and asphalt. i cannot explain how that gesture in that moment effected me, but you’ll have to take my word for it that it was special. we ended up lying in the back of that truck again, avoiding the others not in our moment.
“will you marry me?” he asked.
“i’ll think about it.” i answered, “hold me, i’m cold.” two years later we were married by the justice of the peace.
eight years we’ve been together and we’ve seen our share of ups and downs. some of them things that many marriages would never survive in our age of instant gratification. every moment has been worth it, even though there were times (and might be more) that i might have thought or said differently.
Current Mood: 
nostalgic
