Sunday, February 23, 2014
Baily and Bear-Bear
One-thousand words, already... I better keep this brief.
I'll be honest here, I do not know which way to go with this. Is this image a story to break your heart and jerk your tears? Is it a silly story of forbidden love? Is it the absolute essence of the childhood of a thin boy with golden hair and wicked deep dimples? Is it the story of a chair, a burgundy chair, a spinning chair, a chair central to the memories embedding in the minds of two little boys growing up too fast in too sad world?
It's none of those things and all of those things.
That's Baily there on the left, the, uh, cat-looking one. She loves Zack. That's Bear-Bear, the bearish one. Zack loves Bear-Bear. And this, all this, is simply a gift for him.
I hope you weep with joy when you see this, someday, Zacky. I know I will.
I love you, him, now, always.
And Nick, if you're listening. Listen, all these words, all that is behind them, all that they might become, is for you. You'll need them someday, I can't explain why right now, but, you know now, don't you?
From Marci's "... things you don't expect to hear from the backseat ..."
"I'm riding on a yeti."
As God is my witness, we do not know what a yeti is, I think it's Starwarian, but, that's all I got...
Thanks for stopping by, you didn't have to, I was just leaving a note for Zack. You'll be back around, right? Oh, I almost forgot, Marci took this photo, and when she showed it to me, I knew I had to show him. I am very grateful she did.