Life gets too busy sometimes. Heck, for most people I know, life is a zoo ALL the time. Meaning, I shouldn’t beat myself up so much when I forget something important.
But I do. I forget things that matter, and I flog myself to death.
MTM and I first saw one another on July 30, 2002 – the pivotal reason for the date of yesterday for the Click the Cootchie Party. We wanted to spend the afternoon with people we like, savoring their company while trying not to boil to death in the heat.
And, just like that, life took over. I got a major project and scrambled to get things done for it in the days leading up to the party. MTM had a big construction team here all week, haggling long hours over building budgets and minuscule architectural details. The eve of the party arrived, and we still didn’t have all the shopping done. The yard was a wreck. The house wasn’t clean.
So, what did we do? We stayed out on Friday until after midnight like we were twenty again. Spectacular idea!
In the hours leading up to the party, we scurried and hurried to make things presentable, even found time for a quick nap. But, we forgot the most important detail of the day: each other. We forgot to remember the moment of ‘hello’ and ‘hi,’ the whole point of the party for us in the first place. The business of rushing overtook the still peace of memory, those two life-altering words that knitted us together in the first place.
Please forgive me, MTM, for forgetting to say ‘hi’ to you yesterday. I don’t show you how much I love you nearly enough. That you said hello to me is the pivotal moment of my life.
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