July 2nd. Original.
I am so insanely proud of this piece. I hope you like it.
Where do we go when we die?
It's 3 o'clock in the morning. Shiree is meowing loudly in the hallway. The only thing Kevin can do is climb out of bed and find out what her problem is. She's only a cat; she can't understand the complicated workings of a life, the comings and goings. She doesn't get why her mommy didn't come home today and why she's left with this sad man who's been crying in bed since he returned late in the afternoon. He shuffles out and picks the cat up, hugging her close to his chest. "I know baby," he says quietly. "I miss her too."
Where do babies come from?
As her mother and "mother-in-law" squabble over who gets to hold the baby first and the nurses fuss about how to wrap the baby in his first blanket, a new mother smiles. She's exhausted frankly; she'd been pushing all day and worried about whether or not her girlfriend would make it through the crazy traffic to see their son born (who did with plenty of time to hold her hand and press kisses to her sweat soaked forehead). It worked out, for which she's thankful beyond compare. There's nothing in the world that could ruin her mood today.
Why is the sky blue?
It's a carefree afternoon in the low country. Rolling hills and wide open stretches of field in between the county routes connecting tiny towns. We've been driving for hours, wasting expensive gas for no better reason than that we like to ride around the back roads, arms extended out of the windows to kiss the sky which is so beautifully dotted with cottony clouds on this fine summer afternoon. Singing at the top of our lungs to the car radio, we're just happy to be alive.
Where do we go when we die?
It's 3 o'clock in the morning. Shiree is meowing loudly in the hallway. The only thing Kevin can do is climb out of bed and find out what her problem is. She's only a cat; she can't understand the complicated workings of a life, the comings and goings. She doesn't get why her mommy didn't come home today and why she's left with this sad man who's been crying in bed since he returned late in the afternoon. He shuffles out and picks the cat up, hugging her close to his chest. "I know baby," he says quietly. "I miss her too."
Where do babies come from?
As her mother and "mother-in-law" squabble over who gets to hold the baby first and the nurses fuss about how to wrap the baby in his first blanket, a new mother smiles. She's exhausted frankly; she'd been pushing all day and worried about whether or not her girlfriend would make it through the crazy traffic to see their son born (who did with plenty of time to hold her hand and press kisses to her sweat soaked forehead). It worked out, for which she's thankful beyond compare. There's nothing in the world that could ruin her mood today.
Why is the sky blue?
It's a carefree afternoon in the low country. Rolling hills and wide open stretches of field in between the county routes connecting tiny towns. We've been driving for hours, wasting expensive gas for no better reason than that we like to ride around the back roads, arms extended out of the windows to kiss the sky which is so beautifully dotted with cottony clouds on this fine summer afternoon. Singing at the top of our lungs to the car radio, we're just happy to be alive.