After a long day of cleaning the apt, running errands + getting ready for & going to a wedding, then an early morning to head to our flight to SB, grab our rental & stay all day at your grandparents’- we are finally at your parents’ house in Buellton. It is 10pm & I am waiting in bed, listening to you & your dad speaking Spanish in the living room after watching the boxing fight. I got up from the couch after taking a couple bites of your nachos, snuck off to the room to smoke the pen & get my items ready for tonight + tomorrow morning.
During the rustling through my clothes & my internal thoughts- I paused. Why is Coco howling?
Because both of you are howling with her. And I smiled because it warmed my heart. Imagining the both of you just sitting on the couch, television playing in the background, howling together to instigate her howling. Your mom wouldn’t like it if she were here, but she’s at Mama Lulu’s & Papa Chilo’s tonight. So you guys are allowed to do the little things that would annoy her, for now. Poor girl is getting some much needed TLC after her surgery last week. I’m praying her recovery is swift with every ounce of my being.
There was also a lingering, underlying sadness. I guess there always is in happy moments, right?
I thought about when was the last time you hung out with your dad, just by yourself. (Probably so many years ago, when you were way younger and more dependent on him.) And, when would the next time be? How often these moments pass us by, without us reveling in the current feelings of them. And I hoped you were appreciating the moments- the conversation that almost sounds like you’re bickering (but it’s more debating than anything, except only those who know you guys would know) & hearing Beto whine in the background.
I have absolutely no idea what I’ve done to deserve the kindness and love your family shows me constantly, but I know I am extremely blessed to experience it.
I am so lucky to be loved by you.
