Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A Collection

Here is a wonderful read by Jenny Simmons (from Addison Road)

It was Ryan’s birthday. His parents drove from an hour away to bring him to the free show. They celebrated his big day in Ft. Smith, Arkansas- at a coffee shop- listening to a slightly neurotic girl tell stories and sing songs. His parents had tears sliding down their cheeks the entire night. His eyes, made bright by the bushel of red, moppy hair on his head, glowed with peace and joy. They squeezed my hands tight. His dad’s face was covered with a scruffy beard and his hands felt like a man who has known hard work.

“Thank you. Tonight was… well, let’s just say it was divine that we ended up here. And we needed it. My wife and I…” his voice cracked, “This is exactly where we were supposed to be tonight.”

I wonder if anyone else sees their tears or hears the crack in his voice? It’s just a night to some, but to others, the night is holding them together, carrying them into the moring.


Read the whole blog on Jenny's site: A Collection
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