People speak of this feeling that happens when one (or two) is shut in to one’s home on account of the weather or some other supernatural, unexpected event. I think people call it ‘going stir crazy.’ Now I’m not entirely sure what that means but I have another word for days (and weeks) like these: perfect.
We stayed in the apartment all week, except for our occasional laps around the neighborhood to get fresh freezing air circulating through our lungs (which for all I know may be filling with coffee at this point). We had to put a quota on those traipses however after I tried to set the world record for quickest time a human can go from standing on two feet to laying on his back. Thanks for not laughing too hard or for too long.
I loved watching Friday Night Lights with you while camping out on the air mattress in our living room because the gas heater in our bedroom is more gas than it is heat right now. I can’t imagine a better morning than breakfast tacos in bed, albeit an air bed, with you and the Taylor Family. And Riggins.
Speaking of football, it’s been kind of nice to forget about the Super Bowl being here. I’ve never really enjoyed or completely bought into the culmination of the NFL season, I think it’s because I like sporting events that sneak up on me and grab me by the hand and say, ‘come on Kyle, let me tell you a story you’ve never heard before.’ It’s the same reason I choose Crooked Tree or Aspen (for our Stillwater-living readers) over Starbucks. Big and brazen and unabashed are played out. Thrilling mid-week college basketball games that aren’t even on TV are so in.
Sorry, I know you don’t always understand my sports analogies but hopefully I cleared it up with the mixed coffee metaphor thrown in there.
Anyway, I hope you had fun at your French cooking night with all the girls last night. I know you’re going to write a post about it later this week so I won’t spoil anything, but I really enjoyed my time with an old friend. We talked about writing and the Lord and bachelor-party planning. That last one is coming up fast too, and it’s going to be crazy. We’re thinking a big night of eating dinner and…well we don’t have much else planned but be ready, we’re even thinking about staying up past midnight!
This week with you was different than any we’ve experienced (and allegedly different than anyone in Dallas has experienced in 15 years) but in a strange way very much the same. For the days don’t pass so suddenly that we forget each other’s presence, rather the opposite, the days linger until punctuated with a shared conversation or note passed back and forth. You are the segue to all my days, without you they simply stand alone, but because of you they’ve begun to tell this splendid tale of redemption and grace and love.
All of time,