This morning I woke up and, instead of getting out of bed, I sat and read a few pages. Alison was asleep beside me. Her face looked peaceful, and her nose twitched like she was smelling something foul or giving me a look of disapproval. I thought that was funny. Then I thought how life is funny. It's very interesting.
All of our lives are intermingled, but no two stories are the same. They have moments of bravery, courage, and moments of dispair, when we need another's help. If you would have told me this morning that I'd have been right here, right now, under these circumstances, I would have told you that you have a carreer in writing in front of you, because that's more creative than I could have jestulated. In fact, this story is made for TV.
Alison and I will be fine through this new pain of hers. We need to focus on today, right now, instead of on our upcoming move. When you look further than the present moment, you miss such beauty, such as your wife's peaceful face on the pillow, breathing in and letting out.
I hope everyone's story is as interesting as ours. It certainly makes things interesting.
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