I lay draped over him like a lead apron. I am shielding him from any lingering resentment hovering in the air around me; in the last half hour I’ve kept busy while stewing in anger. But I’m sinking deeper and turning softer, as we breathe together. Nothing else matters at the end of the day, even if neither of us can understand the other’s point of view. What matters is that we’re here in uninterrupted silence, in a heavy pile of forgiveness, on the bed together, (alone!) staring at the wall and the ceiling with relaxed faces.

Thank you for setting me up with MT, even if I know it was only because you were embarrassed for me to be seen under Blogger.

Here is One plus Two very good reasons to feel fortunate. Happy Father’s Day.
Love, s