On Friday’s Lisa-Jo from the blog The Gypsy Mama gathers a group of bloggers to sing out our hearts together. It’s not really la-la-la-la singing, rather we write for 5-minutes what one word stirs in us. This week’s word: COMFORT
My husband asked me if I wanted to go for a drive last weekend. I smiled, thinking of Hank and Edna, our octogenarian friends—now gone for a drive beyond this world.
“We are officially old,” I teased. We’re going for a drive.
Not anywhere specific—just a drive.”
“Well at least we aren’t going to watch road construction,” he quipped back. I smiled. Hank had told us of the fascinating outing. Driving with Edna—who never got to drive after she fell asleep at the wheel and about robbed them of a few years-worth of drives—out to the site of the new four-lane expressway. There they sat side-by-side. Two and a half feet between aging bodies that remained curious and fascinated with the small things that were big things. But they were one.
We drove around the lake where honey runs. It was overcast and cool, not hiking weather, just two and a half feet from each other. We shared curiosity and fascination with the small changes that have come with a season changing, the beauty of how dark the bark on the tall pine looked from all the rain. The airy, fine needles hovering overhead. What a beautiful grove of pine. A cathedral, taking my breath away.
“Look how dark the trunks look against the green, honey.” A stitch is pulled through the fabric of our love. One more memory to continue the two-become-oneness we’ve been given.
We wind round and down through the trees, tracing the contours of the land within us. We topped the hill and see two young guys sharing a cigarette. Hmmm, I think.
“Long-boarders,” my guy says.
I smile. The professor. The grown man, the one who holds me and comforts me when things seem so big and overwhelming, or get going too fast for this woman to line it all up into neat little rows. This man is still boy. One who tucked a skateboard under his arm and slammed the door behind him to roll around town.
“How do you tell the difference?” I asked about the skateboards.
We turned onto the road to one of the rustic campgrounds. That’s what fascinates my man, the rustic, the remote—he’s a mountain man at heart. We cruise down the road and he remarks about what’s disappeared since they paved this new fancy road through here.
We turn around and cruise back past the skateboarders who’ve snuffed the cigarette out on the pavement and have risen to their feet.
“Are they really going to skate down these hills? They’re crazy, I’d be sliding across the asphalt out here.”
We cruise down the big hill and take a place in the small five-space parking lot at the bottom where the road curves sharply and heads back up a hill and around a corner, disappearing into the woods.
We hear a wild yell, but miss the streak racing past us. We crane our necks but catch only a glimpse of the first skate boarder as he disappears round the corner at the top of the next hill. This time we’re ready. We fix our eyes on the top of the hill ready for the second guy to come screaming down the hill. He rockets by and we both feel that feeling of going fast, of utter fear and unforgettable exhilaration. Together.
And then he puts the truck in reverse and we climb the hill in the wake of the screaming, speeding, are-they-crazy-or-what skateboarders.
“At least they were wearing helmets,” he says.
We are old. We are sewn together with a million stitches of the ordinary.
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No fixing typos.
No correcting grammar.
Just raw, real and writing about: COMFORT.
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Visiting my FMF neighbor. Nice job. I’m not sure random “drives” make us old, but they sure highlight unexpected blessings. And, by the way, most men are always little boys at heart. Take comfort in your honey!
He’s a gift from God, for sure. Thankful that there’s a little boy in him. It makes life fun.
Thanks for your visit and for caring enough to leave me the gift of kind words.
Oh my I just love it! Growing old together and cruising in the mountains. I’m a mountain gal! Crazy kids eh? Yep, we’re old too. Sigh!
Hi Jessie, You have boys so you know that their definition of fun HAS to include a bit of danger. These guys were good, it was fun to see them going for it.
Wish we were in the real mountains. For now the little stretch of timber and rolling hills around this little lake are our escape from the miles of Midwest farmland.
Thanks for stopping in for a bit.
PS: Your link goes through to your old blog so here’s where to find author, Jessie Gunderson:
Had to link to the “about” page—the family picture will make everyone’s day!
Just now visiting after intending to visit all week. Thank you for your sweet comment and your encouragement. Your writing is beautiful, comforting.
Thanks for coming over for a visit. I appreciate your kind words.
Mari, such a delightful story of the love and everyday adventures you share with your husband. From the lake where “the honey runs” — love that! — to your curiosity and concern for the boarders, this was such a delightful read. Thank you for your recent visits to my place, too. It was a joy to meet you at Jumping Tandem!
Hi Ashley, Good to see you here. Thank you to reading this post. It was truly a 5-Minute Friday free-write. No preconceived agenda “to teach” someone something life-changing. It was the first time in a long time that I was “at play” as a writer. When I first started writing I enjoyed more time playing and delighting in what would spill onto the screen when I let go.
Thanks for visiting—hope God gave you some fresh encouragement and direction through Jumping Tandem. I enjoyed most hearing what God was working in others’ lives. Good to spend a weekend with people whose hearts yearn to be living fully for Him.
More than anything, this piece turned out to be a sweet gift to my husband. He’s a tender man who cherishes memories made together. It captures the way we enjoy seeing life side-by-side. We are two noticers. It’s like ordering two different meals at a fine restaurant and sharing the delectables from each others’ plates.
Connecting after I saw your video on Encouragement fro Christian Speakers that a friend posted. Isn’t it great how God works in ways we might never know and yet sometimes,He allows us the blessing on earth to see His handiwork?! I did FMF as well so I am glad to double connect! 😉 I love your word picture of being sewn together with “with a million stitches of the ordinary.” So glad God uses the ordinary for His Extraordinary work.
I tried to track down your blog to read your FMF—but your Gravatar doesn’t have your blog listed. Rats! Now I’m dying of curiosity.
Thanks for stopping in here and also for stopping over at Youtube. =) If you end up here again, leave a link for your blog, k. Take care.