I press the too-sharp line of my nose into his neck. He giggles. I hug him tight and he laughs harder. The air in the coffee shop is as hot and aromatic as a mug of house blend. All the sudden I hear 10,000 Maniacs, and though it could be coming acoustic from the speakers, it's not. It's in my head. These are days you'll remember. Never before and never since, I promise.
It would be easy to shake out the sap, grab my coffee, and go. I mean, how sentimental am I? Instead, I go with it. It's not every day that I attune to my own soundtrack, but I hear it now. I'm resting against the long wooden counter in a not-yet-caffeinated calm. I close my eyes against Number Two's head. And as you feel it, you will know it's true, that you are blessed and lucky.
Life isn't all lattes and laughs. I know this. In general, I perceive my cup as half empty. Maybe that's what makes the small moments all the more embraceable. Number two is a warm puff of baby in my arms. My ear is to his. The song between us is real. See the signs and know their meaning. It's true, you'll know how it was meant to be. Hear the signs and know they're speaking to you, to you.
Photo by Lauren