It was at Sam’s, of all places.
It gave me this Helen Keller in the midst of 42-gallon tubs of peanut butter feeling.
It was very profound.
Being in a wheelchair puts you at a constant height where you see and experience all sorts of things. (Let’s just say “camel-toe” has a whole new meaning)
I’m shorter than I used to be.
I see things that might go unnoticed by others.
I’ve got my girls and Jackie with me, helping me feed the small country that is called A TEENAGE BOY, when I see it.
My profound moment.
Wearing sweat pants and sensible shoes.
She was very heavy. He was very bald with a beer belly.
They were holding hands and you could feel the affection that radiated from them.
She said something that made him laugh and they they both cracked up like kids.
I’m betting she wasn’t that overweight when they got married.
Chances are, he didn’t have the paunch or hairline when they were newlyweds.
The changes were gradual, not sudden, but change them time did.
IT DIDN’T MATTER.
Yeah, I don’t know squat about their relationship, but I like to think that whatever changes they went through were superficial.
I do know my relationship.
I know what we’ve been through and this is hard, but not the hardest.
We didn’t make it this far to give up now.
I can’t say this new outlook will suddenly make every insecurity go away.
I WILL do my damnedest to remember that couple at Sam’s.
The way they held hands.
The love they shared.
The love WE share.
Remembering that all the changes will be superficial someday.