Had the day to myself, nothing much on the agenda, outside of rain and a schedule fat with errands made in flips flops.
Pick up the boy . . .
Drop off papers at work . . .
Lunch with girlfriend . . .
Grocery Shopping . . .
Movie night with the girl . . .
I woke up to headlines of a nightmare shooting. My first thought was the phone. My son had spent the night out with friends. They had gone to a midnight showing of Dark Knight. I checked my phone to find no messages and then the news introduced me to a different place- Aurora, Colorado.
You thank God, and you almost feel guilty in the doing. Because you know there are parents who weren’t so lucky. Parents who woke up in the middle of the night to the worst possibility imaginable. They woke up to the news that their child wasn’t coming home. And it wasn’t a war that took them away forever. It was a movie theater. Inside of a middle of nowhere summer night. The kind of summer night that’s supposed to be promising you more of a good thing, not less.
It’s easy to forget how fragile a string we inhabit, until days like this come along to remind us. Until the number of fatalities in a movie theater in a middle of nowhere summer night start growing, meanly.
And that’s when you realize that, you just never know and so you better be thankful for having a chance at those things so simply made. Of summer nights where the most difficult decisions have to do with dinner. It’s another chance to make things up as you go along, to laugh at bad jokes, to smile and to scrape and to spoil and to scream silly. Another chance to love and to be loved; to say “I love you”, and if you’re really lucky, to catch its echo. Another chance to lose and to win and to pretend it matters for more than a moment’s time. Another chance to shrug off the mistakes, the less complicated ones.
I’m taking the girl to a movie tonight. Not sure what movie we’re gonna see. Doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we’re going and that we’re gonna have a time of it.
A friend of mine put it best inside a day full of forgettable. “Hug your babies” is how she put it.
Pray for the simple things.