Just you and me. We walk together down a sandy beach. Moon shines high the breeze is soft, we stop and stare, both barely there. Just you and me. You hold my hand and kiss my cheek and whisper gently. Just you and me. The sun rises high the tide washes away,(more) all our dreams of yesterday. We promise our love and look forward to tomorrow and plunge the depths of loves sweet sorrow. Just you and me.(less)
you and her, mom and dad, very much adults, very much parents and more than parents. also this: people. people with problems, joys, conflicts, passions.
i am not your therapist, although i am often a go-between o sorts. between you and her, my brother and you. i mediate(more), coach, advise.
for these reasons (among others), you tell me i will succeed as a teacher. i agree. i am doing it anyways. maybe i should be a therapist, too. maybe the go-between for old friends now warring nations.
my hope: your marriage lasts out your life.
its silly to talk about this: my parents are legendary as far as couples go. both are sweetsweet. both are community members. both enjoy hiking and picking up food at the food bank and making friends with strangers.
i can't tell you this because i am your daughter, so i will say it here: work it out, see a therapist, go on some hikes alone. do whatever it takes.
i need you to remain a unit. sure, sometimes you war; conflict is essential, right? its how you communicate, how to get heard, how you make up.
but stay, staystay not because we're in the house and easily impacted, but because we are out of the house and still impacted. because it never ends, the impact, the desire to become you, the desire to not become you, the knowledge that in some ways, you will know better and although i may never say it, i believe it and know, truly know that you will last like legends, even if there is nothing legendary about pure stubborn resolve, nothing honorous about denial. it is admirable that after 29 years, you are still together, still a unit.