I see the sparks fly in your eyes. I realize I have said something. Gone too far. I try and retract those words. They cannot be erased.
My tone is bitter. My smile nonexistent. The frown lines go deeper and deeper each successive minute.
It has been a long day.
Your silly words attempt to ease out the hidden smile. You try and try. I am resistant. Instead of cheer, I greet you with anger. Biting words. Sarcastic remarks.
I can see your smile waver.
You remind me we both have many things on our plate. Duties to fulfill. Responsibilities by the dozen.
My mind agrees. I understand your words. I try and relax.
I drop a dish.
I yell out in frustration. Tears sting my eyes. I cannot let you see them. I cannot let you in on the pain. It is my secret. Something I can’t hide and can’t share.
You wrap me in your arms.
“It was only a dish.”
You are right. It was only a dish. But, this dish represents how I feel at times. What my world is like right now. When I finally reach the top of that high mountain, I fall. I fall and fall.
Is there no one there to catch me?
“There is me. I will catch you. I am here. Always here.”
My eyes are open. The tears flow down my cheeks. I pour out my heart. You receive it with relief. With gladness. With love.
“Can we start over?” I meekly ask.
How do you start over?