Just Be

We sat down at a table last night, squeezed between a four-top and a party of twelve, an unexpected date night and a fake flickering candle amid a seafood platter split left of the middle. Contrast this to the all-you-can-eat breakfast buffet with its paper plates full-to-bursting as we squeeze between the rows of tables this morning at the VFW.

Last night, it was just you and I. Catching up on the goings-on in our lives and on our minds. Sometimes sitting in the most comfortable and comforting silence. Other times, lost in laughter or stories we can’t believe we’ve never heard, never told before.

I love you like this, all to myself, when we can just be you and me.

Today, we are surrounded by friends. One who holds the new baby. One who serves the new mama. One who sports a new tattoo. Two who drove up from the city. And the next-to-littlest one who sits between us, first eating butter right of the knife, right out of the packet, then who helps you build towers out of the condiment jars and salt-and-pepper shakers.

I love you like this, shared with the world, when we can just be two among many.

Later, we’ll pick up our girl and even later we’ll sit down for dinner after a day in different corners of the world. The snow will start to fall; we’ll share a moment’s pause before we seek out different corners of the house: You’ll race a few laps, she’ll sink into sweatpants, and I’ll crack the spine on my book.

I’ll love you like this, our energy enduring in the in-between, the perfection of when our “just be” becomes three.


Today is the first day of the 13th annual Slice of Life Story Challenge (#SOLSC20) hosted by Two Writing Teachers.  We write each day in March as part of an international writing community.  I appreciate any comments, especially those that

  • reinforce writing decisions that work and
  • coach into those that don’t.

Think of each comment you leave as a little writing conference we are having together. Come on, make me a better writer today! Thank you!