Seriously, real life kicked us in the butt last week. We’ve had a cycle of bad/worrisome news about family health, and lost one of Steve’s oldest friends to cancer (though let it be known that Bob Meyer was a warrior and fought Stage 4 brain cancer for eight years…which is a victory in itself), and work didn’t slow down for us to process anything. We just kept looking at each other with as much kindness as we could muster, and every once in a while a single expletive would break the silence (and for once, that didn’t come from me). We attempted to soften some of our emotional blather (new phrase, coined by Steve) with a Friday night shot of tequila, which Steve thought was a great idea. Kim, not so much.
Don’t get me wrong, we’re grateful and all that. I kept on saying, “You know, there are many, many ways this isn’t terrible.” But this gig of appreciating every moment and trying to be present for everything can be exhausting.
Then the moments that you can’t help but love show up, with such light and joy, that you know there really are many, many (many) ways this isn’t terrible at all. Ours was a Sunday morning tandem bike ride, through the farmland, to the creek and back. Also, I love any photo where it appears that Steve has more gray hair than I do.