to have and to hold.
had a wonderful time with my folks tonight. never thought i'd even have a long convo which didn't include the state of my church-going haha. my dad was in his element, reminiscing about the days we traveled as a family, the far flung places my mom and him went. i'm so inspired by the depth of their relationship. i'm starting to relate so much better now that i'm a mom of teens myself. it's weird how these cycles work. but it's all good.
they were gushing about everything from their trips to the canadian rockies, seeing the niagra falls at night to the near death experiences in lake toba. i could almost see their entire youth unravel in a beautiful narrative. i would so make a film about them when i have the time and budget. i want to write a novel about their lives because theirs is a love story of generations, literally through sickness and health. and to have brought four kids around the globe with the energy and devotion i had often taken for granted, it was moving to say the least.
all i know is i want to devote the rest of my life creating memories for my own kids. i want to be sitting beside their children some day recalling the frolics of their own parents' youth, seeing the glee in their eyes as they relish each untold story. i guess i'm just glad i've this time left with my own folks while they're still here. and as my mom ambled along on her cane, i asked my dad why she wouldn't prefer a wheelchair, and he said, 'she's too proud'. that just defines the depth of their relationship, knowing each other to a fault. i think it'd really be heartbreaking if one of them goes first. if that happens, i hope the other will go soon after because they truly belong together.
they were gushing about everything from their trips to the canadian rockies, seeing the niagra falls at night to the near death experiences in lake toba. i could almost see their entire youth unravel in a beautiful narrative. i would so make a film about them when i have the time and budget. i want to write a novel about their lives because theirs is a love story of generations, literally through sickness and health. and to have brought four kids around the globe with the energy and devotion i had often taken for granted, it was moving to say the least.
all i know is i want to devote the rest of my life creating memories for my own kids. i want to be sitting beside their children some day recalling the frolics of their own parents' youth, seeing the glee in their eyes as they relish each untold story. i guess i'm just glad i've this time left with my own folks while they're still here. and as my mom ambled along on her cane, i asked my dad why she wouldn't prefer a wheelchair, and he said, 'she's too proud'. that just defines the depth of their relationship, knowing each other to a fault. i think it'd really be heartbreaking if one of them goes first. if that happens, i hope the other will go soon after because they truly belong together.