The following is a phone call from my daddy, waking me up this morning.
“Hi Daddy, what’s up?”
“I just wanted to tell you something.”
“UHm….. you found a monster living under your bed but you gave him food and how he’s your friend!”
I’m not going to get to see him for Father’s day, which I think makes him pretty sad although I don’t rightly recall any father’s day I’ve spent with him (not to say they haven’t happened, just that I don’t remember).
I’m glad he called, though. I had woken up about thirty minutes before, and couldnt get myself out of bed. I saw C a few days ago and since then waking up every morning is like a bad dream. Even if my dreams are bad, waking up is worse. After not seeing him for almost a month (except in the very smallest passing) I didn’t expect such a reaction. I tell ya what, not to be mushy, but I swear that man is everything to me I always thought people were lying about when they talked about love. I always thought, aside from God, that love songs were just pretty things people said. I never knew they were things people really felt.
I have such good friends, such wonderful times, that I think i expected love to just be picking one of them and deciding that’s the one I would commit to. Which could work, could, i still believe, build a real and God-honoring relationship. Although I do wonder, having now experienced this, if i could go back to that.
just…things you type at 8 in the am.