Wednesday, January 1, 2014
Walk into my house, and you might easily believe it to be the afternoon of December 25 rather than late evening, January 1. Even the aroma of the season still lingers in the air, what with husband cooking two pots of shrimp and andouille gumbo.
Although the new year has begun, I have been living in a timeless space for the past four days. These are the days that have no date, no time, no agenda. Bedtimes are pushed back; chores are put off for tomorrow; playtime has no limits or boundaries. Mealtimes, though flexible, become the only way of marking time.
Such is the story of what happens each year when my brother and his wife drive down from North Carolina for a visit. The calendar simply stops moving. It is as if for just a moment, we are able to step outside the lightening fast stream of time and just pause, enjoy each other's company. Nothing more.
We smile and laugh more than we will for the next year.
This is happiness.
Tonight, the family all said our goodbyes. I hugged necks one last time and inhaled the scent of loved ones who I'll see through Skype but won't be able to experience like this, not with the warmth of flesh and blood soft beneath my fingers.
Oldest child crying from exhaustion in the back seat, I put the van into gear and merge back into the blur of light that instantly propels me into the realm of responsibility, deadlines, a refrigerator that needs cleaning out, and laundry piled to the ceiling.
But even as I stuff a second load of blue jeans in the wash, I can't help but think that I just left behind what was meant to be and what will be again.
Timelessness. Together. Family.
at 10:13 PM