Perhaps you think it’s nothing Lost in the mess of life Often no good can come of pain Though often enough, you forget the joy of dancing in the rain
I’ve been thinking today about how my brother met his wife. Their’s is my second favorite love story and not, as some of my friends would likely say, because of how they met, but because they’ve had hard times and worked hard to come through them as they entered them.
Because when something or someone is the most important to you, you aren’t going to let anything else get between you or they. They loved each other and wanted to always stand together even if they were trying not to fall over as the ground rumbled and heaved beneath them. I’ve watched their love for one another grow and it is beautiful.
As for how they met?
They were introduced over a dead body.
They had both been called to stay with a friend who had gone to check on an elderly relative only to find said relative had passed. My brother and sister-in-law managed to get there before paramedics and sat with their friend in the room with his relative. So they were introduced over a dead body.
Their friend was at their wedding and reception and said something about how only these two would make a connection at a time like that, but he was glad they did so.
We always need a reminder that there are good things in life, most especially when it seems life is at its darkest for us.
Before you can blink And sharper than you think Rips open the skin But the slice is so thin
Had to slip off and then re-tighten some barbed wire in a corner of the pasture fencing. Just about sliced over an old scar on my left pinkie finger, but just barely missed it. The scar’s from a small line of stitches I received when I was nine. So it stings a little, but not too badly. It wouldn’t sting so much if I would stop pressing on it.
Memory is a lot like that. You go back on think on things, especially if they hurt. You hope that pressing on it, remembering it, will help lessen how much it stings. Forgetting that pressing on it too much makes it hard to gain distance and perspective. Give it time to seal up enough to withstand recollection. Although, sometimes, you’re able to stop a repetition of something with the scar for a reminder.
That moment when you realize that all the sleep in the world does nothing but make you feel even more exhausted.
I’m actually feeling pretty okay today, but had a moment when I recollected a time when my sleep cycle was truly a mess and none of my sleep was restorative. I’m infinitely grateful such a time is in the past. Now I’m just tired from excessive amounts of yardwork. Well, they likely aren’t that excessive, but when the temperature is supposed to be in the mid-90s and keeps jumping over into the low-100s instead…