A recovered piece from earlier about my brother being married. |
I sat covered in sweat on a creaking old church bench, staring at the toes of my scuffed Corofram shoes. My brother Al and his second wife had already said "I do," and really seemed to mean it. Dear Lord, I hoped they did. I sat feeling happy, contemplating, upon an old church bench, staring at the toes of my scuffed Corofram shoes. My family has more divorces than children, and the family tree has more branches and more tears than the weeping willow on the old farm I called home before I joined the Air Force. I sat contemplating loneliness, on a country church bench, staring at the toes of my scuffed Corofram shoes. I had stood at the altar, from "dearly beloved," to "I now pronounce you" looking at my family and all the guests that I didn't know, thanking God for bringing us together and making this a great day for commitment. I sat face covered in tears. alone on an old church bench, staring at the toes of my scuffed Corofram shoes. My daughter came skipping down the aisle. "Daddy can we ride with Uncle Dave and Aunt Suzy to the reception. They said they have room and don't mind being a taxi." I sat wiping tears. The old church bench creaked as Emily scooted next to me. I wondered where she put her scuffed black shoes. "Daddy are you okay?" She snuggled me and rubbed tears off my cheek. "Daddy what's wrong?" "Nothing Punkin, just thinking how I wish I had a wife like your uncles do." With four year old wisdom, she said, "at least you have me, they don't even have kids!" I sat heart filled with joy, on a creaking old church bench, wondering what I did to deserve such a great kid. I was pleased from the top of my head to the toes of my scuffed Corofram shoes. |