Father's Day Secrets

Love this!


Not that I'm getting married. Haha! :)
I'll never be over you, Papa! Not that I'm never getting married, but you'll always be my #1 man.
Happy Father's Day! :)

*Secret from http://postsecret.blogspot.com

Good Times

An empty parking lot. Me. You. Good times. Good times.

On the rainiest of rainy nights, the clouds give way for us. The curb is dry enough for us to sit and like a miracle, it isn’t raining. The skies are still and full. The air is as crisp as a spring morning. It’s a silent night, aside from the occasional sound of an engine or the glare of a car’s headlights.

You light your first cigarette. Fire and smoke on a moment without rain. We talk about the past that won’t be soon forgotten. We talk with bitterness. We talk of hate, of unfinished cigarette sticks, and of guilt. We talk of how it changed my life, of how it altered your beliefs, and of how we eventually got our faith back.

As you light your second stick, the mood changes. We forget the past for a while. We start to laugh at the usual stories and jokes. This is how it is for us – heavy conversations interspaced with the shallow ones. You share your what-if stories as I listen with intent. I share my thoughts that I try to grasp from the air, and you wait patiently.

I enjoy this.  I’m happy to be here with you. You light your third and last stick. You start to share things that I’ve never known before. I shout in surprise. And my voice resonates off the far walls of the lot. I could have known as much, but I continue shake my head in disbelief.

And so with stories old and new, none of which we’re certain to remember years from now, we leave the almost-empty lot. These are the times when time flies by so fast. When conversations flow like water, like the rain on this rainiest of rainy nights. When nights are still, apart from the secrets shared and experiences relived. And when the flame for one cigarette lights many many more, as stories wind and curve their way in the night.