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Blog #8. "Is" | kathryn1985's Blog



As has been the ritual for three decades, mom and dad exchanged Valentine's Day gifts, cute cards with sly and/or erotic  notes (Karla and I surreptitiously found the stash as young teens), and had dinner at a nice place while enjoying each other's company. If it had been the weekend the pair would have spent a night or two at nearby Glencairn Inn even though they have been empty-nesters for several years.

I provided the gift for dad, an art class necklace made from several stands with dark and silvery glass beads and embellishments. Mom's gift to dad was boxed and wrapped with attention, he was told that it was "special" and reminded him that this was the 30th Valentine's Day since he asked her to marry him.

He immediately guessed correctly.  "It's a chocolate cream cheese brownie isn't it?"

Thirty years ago on that date my mom drove more than an hour and waited in line at Geiger's Bakery and Orchards in Westfield, N.J., a popular location around the holidays and a significant user of butter. She then drove more than an hour home and waited in a  darkened university parking lot where my dad, an untenured teacher, was leading an evening class. She parked right by his car and he was thrilled by the unexpected visit and the delicious morsel.

There are hints that the dessert was something more but my sister and I have never pried loose that information.

Geiger's has long closed and it's unclear if the exact treat was ever duplicated with my parents or discussed but dad instantly knew. I simply write off the unexplained phenomena as a conjoining orbit of electrons, synapse spillover or something only a wizard could explain.

In what may be a very loose connection, I was sorting books in a box in the garage this morning and came across Carl Sagan's "Pale Blue Dot."  In the book cover photo the namesake is unextraordinary. The blue dot hardly stands out in the picture taken by the space probe "Voyager" as it hurdled past Jupiter on its way years later out of the solar system.

The blue dot is of course earth and the point is not only how insignificant and of little consequence our planet is even in the tiniest part of our galaxy let alone the Cosmos but how much promise and potential is "out there."

I realized just today that Dr. Sagan is wrong. Certainly in the perspective of the Cosmos earth isn't even a speck of sand on the galaxy's beaches.

In my universe, though, where my mind can leap between thoughts and memories faster than Voyager, the simple love shared by my parents crosses all boundaries and borders, the dynamic laws of physics, is of enormous importance to me and who I am and is fundamental and the fundamental difference of all humanity compared to everything else.

 

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RhombusInTheSquare
Posted on 03:33PM on Feb 15th, 2013
Your parents seem wonderfully romantic. It's pretty awesome that you had such a great example of what love is supposed to be.
HStoner
Posted on 03:34PM on Feb 15th, 2013
Applause.
RKHunter
Posted on 05:54AM on Feb 16th, 2013
A wonderful reminder of how important it is to cherish each moment together today, and how each of those become the building blocks to a lifetime of fond memories.

The love shared between your parents overflows to fill the hearts of their daughters in wondrous and beautiful ways.
GarciaMarquez
Posted on 05:02PM on Feb 16th, 2013
Is one truly special person in a country of 312 million significant or insignificant? That is so beautifully written KT that I almost teared up. :)
goliathtree
Posted on 07:18AM on Feb 18th, 2013
Your story makes one wonder what seemingly inconsequential activities my wife and I participate in will be remembered so fondly by our own kids.
nudistguyny
Posted on 12:43PM on Apr 12th, 2013
Having been married for many years before my wife passed away. I can state with full honesty, That lovingly living with someone for so many years. You start to think alike. One can start a sentence and the other can finish it with out missing a beat. Surprises are special. Because they come with heart felt love. Not just something that you do because you just throught of it.

Special times together are... very special. Those little get-a-ways that you mentioned. Are special moments together. No ringing telephones, no normal everyday routines. But new fresh surroundings with the person that you committed your life, your heart, and your soul to.

I am sure that my children have special memories of Mom and Dad together. I know this because at the memorial service for my wife. Special stories came were told about the two of us.
About love, faith,sharing the joys and the pains of life, and about our strong everlasting commitment to each other.

Those are the same things that you see in your parents. And you are blessed to be able to share in its glow.
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