“One Day More” called me out of bed and it has already made this day better.
Another day another destiny: Out the door with my bare feet, fuzzy white robe, and steaming coffee. I sat and watched the sun rise. Without warning, a flock of little birds flew so close that I could hear the beat of their hundred wings and feel the drawing swoosh as they passed. I covered my coffee and burst into awe-struck tears.
I would have missed it had I not moved outside with my thoughts and this song within.
I did not live until today: Yesterday, the Mayes kids and I drove to meet their folks at Lake Lovewell near Nebraska. What could have been a grim 5-hour round-trip became sweet. We voted on how to pass the time and listened to The Silver Chair, a CS Lewis bit of Narnia.
When we made it to Lovewell and found our way to these so-loved people, we learned that Dave was going to have to leave early Sunday to shoot part of K-State’s Homecoming merriment. I watched the kids sort out their love and respect for their dad and his work and their desire for one day more away together.
So many things we miss as we are not willing to risk inconvenience or disappointment.
Tomorrow you’ll be worlds away: A long night drive had me thinking about my brother, Pat, who died so young – as young as my son is now. What I would do for “One Day More” with him.
How much I would give to have him meet Madi and Kenan. How much I would give to have one day more with him and his counsel; razz him about his “regal” nose, rest in his big heart, and cackle at his comic timing.
I do not want to feel the same about missing my sisters, Mimi and Deedie. I must change something. I miss them already.
The time is now; the day is here: After sleeping Friday night on a couch with the giant pup, Frank/Francis, and a longish Saturday of driving, I was tired to my bones. Madi called in the 9th hour and laughed that I was already curled up in my nest and begging off to sleep. Kenan called Tuesday and I cut it short to prep for a pal coming to dinner.
Why didn’t I hang in there and focus on two of my favorite people for another few moments? How many times have I wanted one day more with them?
One Day More.
Most people want one day more. One day more with the people they love, on that adventure, and around the table of conversation and wit. Me, too.
Few people – none that I know – claim to want one day more at an office. Barring unemployment, most people want one more day with the people and the places they love and cherish.
One Day More to say the thing I meant and was too afraid to say to you
One Day More to hold that hand and listen to the stories
One Day More to hold true to what is in my heart
One Day More to run the Konza before running completely loses its luster
One Day More to share pbj’s around the table
One Day More believing in what has been scorched from my hollowed heart.
As much as I can, I don’t want to live in the regret of One Day More, but the love and anticipation that One Day More affords.
One more day on my own
A life I might have known
One more day before the storm
At the barricades of freedom
One day more to a new beginning.
One day more.
Still searching for the North Star.