bcoxville89
10-22-2013, 10:09 PM
I watched him come home the same way for eighteen years, always tired, bruised, yet strong with a sense of easiness, which to this day I still long for. He's height and weight all but reaching each corner of the doorway, hair and skin dark with years of light and darkness, always smiling at first sight, a warm grateful grin that would seem to illuminate the room, but most of all his eyes. Piercing brown eyes full of honesty, truth, and eagerness, but more importantly the way they could hold you in place with just a stare, one glance that would have any small child second-guessing what it was they were doing at that exact moment and how they could prevent such a scornful gleam.
This evening, as I recall it, I felt no such worry. He walked in the small yet charming southern kitchen, each step of his immaculate stride, with a deep thud that seemed to resonate throughout the forty year old hardwood. My mother Turing from the stove as he approached, she a small delicate flower of a woman, light hair with deep blue sparkling eyes, her light delicateness the perfect balance to his gargantuan darkness. The two meeting as if for the first time, embracing, speaking softly of their days.
In this moment I felt complete, as if a part of our puzzle missing and with his return everything was is it should be. This house was more than our home, our safe haven from all things wrong, unsafe, our palace miles away from the world, all though for any who passed by would see nothing more than the house next door, for us in these moments time stood still.
Turning from my mother towards me, sitting on the floor playing, where i watched the events of his homecoming unfold, he brushed his hands through my short blond hair and said, "so doc you think you can fix me up?" "Yes!” I exclaimed, jumping to my feet I darted through the narrow hallways of the old house, until i reached the bathroom, stepping up on the stool with excitement I hurriedly reached for the supplies for the task at hand. It was somewhat of a tradition of ours, he would always come home with scrape or cut from his day of work, nothing major, it could only by expected from a career of mechanical work, but nonetheless it was my job to fix it and one that I took very seriously.
I gathered everything I thought I would need, which is just about all i could carry in my small arms, and raced back around the corners where I found him waiting patiently for the procedure to being.
This evening, as I recall it, I felt no such worry. He walked in the small yet charming southern kitchen, each step of his immaculate stride, with a deep thud that seemed to resonate throughout the forty year old hardwood. My mother Turing from the stove as he approached, she a small delicate flower of a woman, light hair with deep blue sparkling eyes, her light delicateness the perfect balance to his gargantuan darkness. The two meeting as if for the first time, embracing, speaking softly of their days.
In this moment I felt complete, as if a part of our puzzle missing and with his return everything was is it should be. This house was more than our home, our safe haven from all things wrong, unsafe, our palace miles away from the world, all though for any who passed by would see nothing more than the house next door, for us in these moments time stood still.
Turning from my mother towards me, sitting on the floor playing, where i watched the events of his homecoming unfold, he brushed his hands through my short blond hair and said, "so doc you think you can fix me up?" "Yes!” I exclaimed, jumping to my feet I darted through the narrow hallways of the old house, until i reached the bathroom, stepping up on the stool with excitement I hurriedly reached for the supplies for the task at hand. It was somewhat of a tradition of ours, he would always come home with scrape or cut from his day of work, nothing major, it could only by expected from a career of mechanical work, but nonetheless it was my job to fix it and one that I took very seriously.
I gathered everything I thought I would need, which is just about all i could carry in my small arms, and raced back around the corners where I found him waiting patiently for the procedure to being.