May 6, 1983 – two teenage kids from Nashville successfully navigate a first date. He picked her up, took her to TGI Fridays and then to see Dustin Hoffman become Tootsie at Melrose Theater. She put her hand on his knee during the movie. It was more than enough.
May 6, 2013 – three teenage kids all of thirteen, fifteen and eighteen unabashedly sleep in the same room tonight because their presence with each other makes them feel strong. They will remember this date on the calendar too, but not for the same reason. Parents now, no way could those two kids from the eighties have imagined this day from their easy perch back then. It wouldn’t have mattered if someone told them how hard this would be. They were in love as much as you can be at that tender age. But it was real enough to get them to this night, tucking their sprouting adult kids in safe, remembering when they placed blankets over rising and falling shoulders in the crib, listening to each breath as magic, hardly believing how far those days are removed from this now, the now of today. The large man kicked in the back door while the home alone from college eighteen year old barricaded herself in the bathroom, “they are in the house now, he kicked down the door, please, please” she screamed to the 911 operator. She was strong enough to be loud enough. They left. She stayed put until the police arrived. She gave them a solid description. Four arrests already late tonight. Four bond hearings tomorrow. Thank God. The invasion of a home cannot be aptly described. It is only felt. And the course of the journey set in motion thirty years ago today was not altered on this one, only confirmed. Above every THING that could have been taken and destroyed, the love that built this house is stronger than a busted door frame and deadbolt, and through it all, still, it is more than enough. It is everything.
Happy May 6, Honey. WE are strong today. And we bore children strong enough to know how to lean on each other. I think they’ve been watching us.