This Sunday, when Eli met me at Church before dinner, I should have noticed something was different, but I didn't. I'm an idiot.
Later at Mom's house, I finally took the hint...he had shaved his goatee (and I guess that includes the mustache, do goatees always include the mustache?) and his skin was beautiful and baby-butt smooth. And then he explained why. He did it for his children. The ones being born on Friday, the 12th. His son and his daughter. He did it for them. He didn't want his face to be rough on their new skin. He wants to be as close to them as possible, skin on skin, and have them be better for it. Nourished.
He said he feels that he looks older than his 26 years. I looked at him. I pondered that after he left. I thought about his brother's age also. And both of his sisters' ages. I wondered if they looked their ages. I thought about how old they looked to me. Do they "look" their ages to me? And then it hit me. They look exactly what they are....when I look at them, they look eternal....
4 comments:
I wasn't really looking for you to notice. :)
Thanks, Mom. I just don't want them to get any kind of rash or have any abrasions because of their Dad's scruffiness.
And you're eternal too...I see THAT.
True Dat! Mom, you are eternal and wonderful and what would we do without you!?
p.s. I don't look my age.
Well, you're both kind...too kind probably...
But you do look eternal to me...no age...none at all...
Em-even with your mother, or Jette's, I still my girls...always my girls...
Eli-I enjoyed lunch, but I especially enjoyed our conversation inside "Claire's"...very much ;)
I just reread my comment to you Em...wow...I meant to say even with watching your mothering or Jette's mothering, I still just see my girls.
What the heck....again, wow...
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