It’s funny how tears surprise on an ordinary morning. How I can happily sip a latte that is vanilla, delicious, decadent and listen to Snow Patrol, and then, all of a sudden, my eyes well up. So that if my eyes were actual wells and I dipped two buckets, one in each eye, I would haul up buckets brimming with (salt) water. Just the day before, he was playing Snow Patrol on his guitar, singing along. The same song to which I listen now (which is no coincidence). He had sung as he played. Quietly, but loudly enough. Enough so that I heard him. Upstairs in his teenage room with the (teenage) door closed. How funny it is, on an ordinary morning, with the whir of the washing machine and the sweet latte on my tongue and Snow Patrol in my ears, the things that make their way to my heart.
sending a little love your way, m
P.S. It’s the first Friday of the month, which means Barbara and I are sharing our photos and quote for May. Have a peek right here.