So this post is not about the William Carlos Williams' poem The Red Wheelbarrow. Neither is it about a whole bunch of depends diapers.
Rather it's about this interesting phenomenon I have experienced sometimes, in my day job as a techie. Sometimes, you get stuck in the details of a technical problem, stuck so deep inside what you think you need, that you overlook really simple ways around that very problem.
Started out tonight not wanting to swim. Totally blissed out by the end of it.
My sister-in-law Marybeth is something of a mother hen. She likes caring for others and it comes naturally to her.
I've been the fortunate recipient of that kindness on many occasions. Each time it happens it surprises and delights me.
Swam for an hour last night. Glad I did. Today it's a snowy mess outside!
At 4:50am
At 4:50 am I am awake.
Before the alarm clock, or the sun rise.
My mind is a whirl with the day's possibilities.
Yet the bed is warm. My diaper is wet. And your sleeping form next to me, so inviting.
So instead of getting up, I roll towards you.
Half asleep, you lift your arm, welcome me into your embrace.
Then, when I'm firmly under your arm, you lock it in place, holding me down.
Without words, you tell me that these few scant minutes belong not to the day ahead, but to you.
I fuss a bit, struggle, as is my way, enjoying the way you hold me.
And you whisper, gently, but firmly, "Be still."
Which means you love me.
I love you, too.
