Our Lessons

So, yeah. Maybe I'll have to modify my plans a little bit. Challenge my thoughts a little bit. Sing the verses a little louder, hold back a little on the chorus. I will do that so that I can keep you.

Because doing those things might not mean giving something up.

Doing those things might mean learning the lessons you were given to me so that I could learn.

Springtime.

Look at that blue sky above us. Breathe in the wind whipping through the streets, wrapping around telephone poles and tree trunks. You are alive. You are here, with me, in this very moment. Springtime is springing up all around us, reveling in the beauty of life. I revel in my love, for the sky, for the wind, for the earth beneath my feet. For you.

I revel in this newfound freedom. The journey awaits. My feet are tingling with readiness.

All of us together, let's go.

Time

Every breath you take, every move you make, is a brand new chance to set something beautiful in motion.

Did you ever stop and wonder

Did I just make a big mistake?

All the things I wish I could do

If I could take every thing that ever hurt you, is hurting you now, ever will hurt you, and put them in a bag, and walk that bag to the dump, feet blistering and raw, back aching, ankles creaking against the asphalt, I would rejoice in every miserable step. I would carry your pain every step of the way.

If I could gather every tear you've ever cried and have yet to cry, and maybe the tears you're crying at this moment, and put them in a big glass jar, I would carry that jar on my back everywhere I went, so you would never have to be sad again.

If I could bundle together every dream you ever dreamed that never came true, all the lost dreams that are causing you such pain, and all the dreams that ever will, and put them in my heart, I would grieve in your stead, as the waves crashed along the shoreline of an ocean in my head, so you would never feel hopeless again.

But, I can't.

Only you can do that.

Just know that I love you. And I'll be right beside you on this road.

The way you are

You, amid all of your bluster and your loud, screaming dreams.
You, taking on the world. Doing it by yourself. Larger than life. Proud. Ready.
You with your strength and your empowerment and your interesting life, cool friends.
You with your thoughts. You with your head. You with your heart.

You look so small in that big jacket you wear.
You look so small when you finally meet my gaze.
Suddenly so interested in the texture of the carpet.

Don't let anyone make you feel small.
Not even yourself.

Especially not yourself.

The Windows

What's wrong? I asked her.
You seem different today, I told her.
Why are you being this way? I demanded.
Why?

Nothing, she said. You just can't read my eyes anymore.