Love

When I was a child, I am sure my parents loved each other very much, but it wasn't always apparent to me. Probably because they were bogged down in the day to day of family rearing and money making.
Over the last few years I have watched them get closer and closer. They act like teenagers in love. They are really into music. They do it together and share it in a way that I thought only teenagers could do. My mom will hang out, but she has to make sure she heads home by 5 to make sure she is there when he gets home. He lies down with her on the weekends, or sits next to the bed holding her hand if she has to sleep the day away for a long night nursing at the hospital.
Over the last couple of weeks, I have watched my father keep vigil at my mothers bedside. I have watched him get all twisted up in a knot and bite everyone's head off because she was in pain and suffering. I have watched him work to be gently while clearly feeling like biting someone for having to see her suffer so much.
He holds her hand, rubs her feet, adjusts her for comfort, gets whatever she needs and jumps at any request.
He has maintained his vigil, except for sleep, while she has been semi consciousness in the ICU. He sits there with her, puts earphones in her ears to play her favorite music, and flys to his feet at every twitch to see if she needs something. It is amazing to watch the love he clearly feels for her. All I keep thinking is how precious they are, and how much I hope that we are just like them when Craig and I are their age. ( At least as far as how much they love).

The title of this blog should be a link to a video for "The Firefly's Song" by Allen Jackson- let me know if it works. The video doesn't really fit the song, so just listen :)

This song makes me think of my dad and mom.