Creme brulee and other just desserts
As the ending notes of a familiar Dean Martin tune quietly fade into the background hustle of a Sunday morning at home, it's suddenly hard to remember a life beyond any other that I've established a number of miles away. Having had this discussion with Brian last night, it's been difficult to shelve the thought away. There is comfort in knowing that this life is somewhat static while a whirlwind of chaos and change blow by and all around. The first thing that dad will say to me tomorrow morning and continue to repeat a zillion times over will be to "drive safely", while mom will hover in the background, making sure that I bring back a sherpa load of groceries that she has meticulously bought today. Bella will be asleep, of course, as 6AM is an unfathomable hour that does not exist in her world unless it is that she is coming home and not getting up. It's extraordinarily easy to slip into my assigned role too, which has evolved and experienced some character development since the last time I actually lived here. I become the now found, previously missing fourth member of the family, whose homecoming requires preparation and celebration. My propensity to be egocentric really indulges and wallows in this. But instead of the fancy dinners and creme brulee and such, I think that I'd be perfectly happy with a quiet evening at home. It's funny how I get to experience the "best" parts of family now, but am casually absent for "normal" every day comings and goings. Whether I'm home for short stints on weekends, or during the holidays, I feel somewhat spoiled, something that I never really felt before.
posted by Sheila @ 10/10/2004 09:15:00 AM
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