A little listening is a good thing, especially if one really, truly listens.
My feelings were hurt last night when my completely loved wife said (and by no means is this the first time she's said this) "It just feels like you never listen to me." That this was stated in response to my wandering around the house looking for my Surface RT device, which she had told me earlier was in the living room on the sofa with the dots on it, and that this statement wounded me in any measure, are but indicators of the emotional range this week has in store.
Those who know me already know that my dear Miranda Lee is marrying this week. And you already know that I am elated. We all are. These two humans were made for each other if ever any two humans were. Don't worry about the wounded brat, dear reader. It's all better now. Nothing a little snuggling and a few hours sleep can't completely fix. Any other husbands ever hear a similar claim from your loving spouse?
I arose an hour ago, at 5am, when Ruby the Cat launched into a particularly frenzied version of the Song of her People, reminding me that I had not listened to her last night as she tried to convey to me that I had not served her dinner.
After feeding the menagerie I logged into my laptop in the family room with a fresh cup of java, and I gifted myself the 7:04 minutes required to listen yet again to my future (very near future--hell he already is) son-in-law wail expertly on a jazz track without a drum track. He posted this last week as part of his burgeoning work in rhythm education, and I at the time noted it on The Book of The Face and had failed to get back to it (I hadn't listened) until just yesterday, when I revisited it and started sharing it. I want to share again, and then I want to share one of the results returned from Google searching, in quotes, my incredibly beautiful daughter's full name. This may help you understand, in some measure, at least from one perspective (of the many), why I will be happy to walk my daughter down that aisle on Thursday.
For now, maybe I want to prove I can listen. Maybe I want you to. Maybe I just want to add a gigantic glow to the rest of your day. Here are my two Monday morning gifts to you:
Have a lovely week (we will) and when you see the Nashville Buells after they return from their honeymoon in Mexico next week, tell them you listened.