today my mom and i went to see the family and the fireworks at grandma and grandpas. mostly i went to see jerry and sarah, my two closest friends on the planet... its still seems so odd that jerry is roughly 9 years younger than me and yet has always had the advice and presence and compassion of a big brother. im damn lucky hes in my life and hasnt just given me up as a lost cause, as so many others have done.
we enjoyed ourselves immensely, gazing at the finale through the haze of smoke that was drifting downriver from the (cannon? i presume?) where they were shooting them off. i always loved fireworks. i dont think the noise ever bothered me, but thunder and lightning never bothered me either. i always love it when the sky makes its vast presence known and commands attention. uncle russ was taping the finale on his camcorder thingie, uncle paul was wearing a simpsons tshirt which made me smile and i forgot to compliment him on, and jerry, sarah, and i stood around the front lawn, chatting comfortably. theres something surreal about those two. i can go for months without seeing them, and then chances cause our paths to cross and its like ten minutes have passed.
of everyone i know, and everyone ive ever met, jerry is the one person i trust completely. the only person i know i could tell anything to and he wouldnt shut me out or excommunicate me or banish me from his life. i once trusted nick in much the same way, but that was point blank foolish and i was in love and blind. jerry has never left my side. every mistake ive made, and ive made a lifetimes worth, hes always been there to offer advice or support or just a presence to let me know im not all alone. i trust my mother, naturally, but not to the extent i trust jerry. nowhere near.
and just as i could tell him anything, he could tell me anything and do it with his head up and with confidence because he will never fall from this pedestal i have him on. even if he tried to, id catch him and haul him back.
i think jerry is a close blood relative of christ. and he and sarah have been seeing each other and loving each other for... oh... nigh on five years now, and they are so happy together that you can feel it radiating off of them like heat or perfume. we were standing around, and jerry asked me if i had seen the ring yet. he had this weird smile on his chops; like he had a secret that he was fairly bursting at the seams to tell.
i said wait, they made a third one? how have i not heard about this?
sarah swatted him on the arm, laughing, and said 'she thinks you mean the MOVIE, you idiot!'
and it dawned on me. she held out her hand, and sitting there on the third left, sparkling and flashing and catching all the colors of the rainbow underneath the streetlight was the engagement ring. i wanted to leap and clap and scream, but i held myself in with MASTERFUL self-control and settled for hugging the stuffing out of both of them and pretty soon we were all laughing and i was asking how it happened and when and where and at this point, we had settled ourselves comfortably in the nook off the kitchen where grandma goes to read her true crime novels and sneak cigarettes away from the grandkids so she can scold them for smoking. and jerry told us how it all came about and i couldnt stop smiling. i KNEW those two would be together for the long haul. and i know theyll last, too. this isnt going to be a year and a half adventure ending in a bitter divorce, no, thats just not in the cards for these two. theyre too damn good for each other. they are perfectly matched. a set of cufflinks. i am still smiling. theres been precious little to smile about lately. i hope i... well, i hope they take good care of each other. theyve been doing a remarkable job so far. god bless them. god bless them both.
we enjoyed ourselves immensely, gazing at the finale through the haze of smoke that was drifting downriver from the (cannon? i presume?) where they were shooting them off. i always loved fireworks. i dont think the noise ever bothered me, but thunder and lightning never bothered me either. i always love it when the sky makes its vast presence known and commands attention. uncle russ was taping the finale on his camcorder thingie, uncle paul was wearing a simpsons tshirt which made me smile and i forgot to compliment him on, and jerry, sarah, and i stood around the front lawn, chatting comfortably. theres something surreal about those two. i can go for months without seeing them, and then chances cause our paths to cross and its like ten minutes have passed.
of everyone i know, and everyone ive ever met, jerry is the one person i trust completely. the only person i know i could tell anything to and he wouldnt shut me out or excommunicate me or banish me from his life. i once trusted nick in much the same way, but that was point blank foolish and i was in love and blind. jerry has never left my side. every mistake ive made, and ive made a lifetimes worth, hes always been there to offer advice or support or just a presence to let me know im not all alone. i trust my mother, naturally, but not to the extent i trust jerry. nowhere near.
and just as i could tell him anything, he could tell me anything and do it with his head up and with confidence because he will never fall from this pedestal i have him on. even if he tried to, id catch him and haul him back.
i think jerry is a close blood relative of christ. and he and sarah have been seeing each other and loving each other for... oh... nigh on five years now, and they are so happy together that you can feel it radiating off of them like heat or perfume. we were standing around, and jerry asked me if i had seen the ring yet. he had this weird smile on his chops; like he had a secret that he was fairly bursting at the seams to tell.
i said wait, they made a third one? how have i not heard about this?
sarah swatted him on the arm, laughing, and said 'she thinks you mean the MOVIE, you idiot!'
and it dawned on me. she held out her hand, and sitting there on the third left, sparkling and flashing and catching all the colors of the rainbow underneath the streetlight was the engagement ring. i wanted to leap and clap and scream, but i held myself in with MASTERFUL self-control and settled for hugging the stuffing out of both of them and pretty soon we were all laughing and i was asking how it happened and when and where and at this point, we had settled ourselves comfortably in the nook off the kitchen where grandma goes to read her true crime novels and sneak cigarettes away from the grandkids so she can scold them for smoking. and jerry told us how it all came about and i couldnt stop smiling. i KNEW those two would be together for the long haul. and i know theyll last, too. this isnt going to be a year and a half adventure ending in a bitter divorce, no, thats just not in the cards for these two. theyre too damn good for each other. they are perfectly matched. a set of cufflinks. i am still smiling. theres been precious little to smile about lately. i hope i... well, i hope they take good care of each other. theyve been doing a remarkable job so far. god bless them. god bless them both.
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