our son’s training was almost complete. I still don’t know how such a little creature can have such a tremendous output. It seemed like more came out than went in. Maybe he raided the refrigerator when we were asleep… even though he could barely walk at the time, I wouldn’t have put it past him… he was born smart.
*****
When I said I’d never been to our 50th state, before, I meant during my normal, waking life. Big Gid and I had been to all of the islands because he loves Blue Hawaiian’s and the local seafood. Plus, he loves to surf. I even got proficient enough to tackle some of the curls on the North Shore when the waves weren’t crazy big.
Melody and I loaded our bags into the rental car and Giddy into the car seat, which was already in place in the back. He began to smile and babble, then laugh and point at nothing in particular. That was normal behavior for him… God only knows what he was seeing or hearing. Probably my Gid or his own ‘Gid’, or maybe Mia. I suspected he had his own crew of babysitters. Maybe that’s why he hardly ever cried or fussed when he was little.
He was never alone.
Sometimes, back then, I got the feeling that he could see the ‘other worlds’ as clearly as I could when I was in my coma. That’s probably why he and the cats got along so well… you know, birds of a feather . Or, maybe, I should say felines of a fur , or, cats of a coat .
Whenever we had visitors, and they would pick up Giddy and hold him, he would look them over with interest. Our son would shift his focus to the right or the left of the person involved, and would reach out into the air and finger the empty space beside them. Then, he would move his hand over to touch the solid person before him. Sometimes, I swear that he would look to the cats for confirmation that what he was seeing was actually there. Invariably, he would smile and gurgle and shake his head back and forth in glee… almost giddy with happiness. So, you see… his name really fit. Sort of a double meaning… or a supposition of meanings.
Kind of like quantum physics : )
*****
Chapter 6
I know Giddeon says everything is in the same place, but it sure is nice when it doesn’t look that way. Watching Melody walk towards me from the water in her turquoise one-piece swimsuit was one of those occasions that was exceptionally nice. As she perfectly traversed the three dimensions in feminine slow motion, it really made me appreciate time and distance. With the backdrop of the Pacific Ocean and the sapphire sky against her skin, she looked like a beautiful illusion against an excellent reality. Momentarily, I wished for a camera, but then realized that I didn’t need one. There was no way that image would ever leave my soul. It will always be a part of me… just like she is… forever entwined.
Sometimes, I don’t even know where I end and she begins.
*****
Melody tells me she feels the same way, and I hope that that’s true… but, sometimes, I don’t think it’s possible when I look in the mirror and see her part of this equation. All I know is that I’m hopelessly in love. It just gets worse and worse each day. Or, maybe, I should say, better and better.
Yes, she’s beautiful, but sometimes I don’t really see that. Sometimes I just see a gliding light that comes in my direction, takes me by the hand and kisses me on the cheek, lips or forehead. I always want to throw myself into that light and be surrounded by it. Be surrounded by it and enveloped in its brilliance.
Enveloped in her illumination, forever and ever.
I am still the moth to her flame, but the flame is warm and soft and nurturing… it doesn’t burn at all.
*****
Even if it did burn, I don’t think I would mind. I’ve felt the
*****
When I said I’d never been to our 50th state, before, I meant during my normal, waking life. Big Gid and I had been to all of the islands because he loves Blue Hawaiian’s and the local seafood. Plus, he loves to surf. I even got proficient enough to tackle some of the curls on the North Shore when the waves weren’t crazy big.
Melody and I loaded our bags into the rental car and Giddy into the car seat, which was already in place in the back. He began to smile and babble, then laugh and point at nothing in particular. That was normal behavior for him… God only knows what he was seeing or hearing. Probably my Gid or his own ‘Gid’, or maybe Mia. I suspected he had his own crew of babysitters. Maybe that’s why he hardly ever cried or fussed when he was little.
He was never alone.
Sometimes, back then, I got the feeling that he could see the ‘other worlds’ as clearly as I could when I was in my coma. That’s probably why he and the cats got along so well… you know, birds of a feather . Or, maybe, I should say felines of a fur , or, cats of a coat .
Whenever we had visitors, and they would pick up Giddy and hold him, he would look them over with interest. Our son would shift his focus to the right or the left of the person involved, and would reach out into the air and finger the empty space beside them. Then, he would move his hand over to touch the solid person before him. Sometimes, I swear that he would look to the cats for confirmation that what he was seeing was actually there. Invariably, he would smile and gurgle and shake his head back and forth in glee… almost giddy with happiness. So, you see… his name really fit. Sort of a double meaning… or a supposition of meanings.
Kind of like quantum physics : )
*****
Chapter 6
I know Giddeon says everything is in the same place, but it sure is nice when it doesn’t look that way. Watching Melody walk towards me from the water in her turquoise one-piece swimsuit was one of those occasions that was exceptionally nice. As she perfectly traversed the three dimensions in feminine slow motion, it really made me appreciate time and distance. With the backdrop of the Pacific Ocean and the sapphire sky against her skin, she looked like a beautiful illusion against an excellent reality. Momentarily, I wished for a camera, but then realized that I didn’t need one. There was no way that image would ever leave my soul. It will always be a part of me… just like she is… forever entwined.
Sometimes, I don’t even know where I end and she begins.
*****
Melody tells me she feels the same way, and I hope that that’s true… but, sometimes, I don’t think it’s possible when I look in the mirror and see her part of this equation. All I know is that I’m hopelessly in love. It just gets worse and worse each day. Or, maybe, I should say, better and better.
Yes, she’s beautiful, but sometimes I don’t really see that. Sometimes I just see a gliding light that comes in my direction, takes me by the hand and kisses me on the cheek, lips or forehead. I always want to throw myself into that light and be surrounded by it. Be surrounded by it and enveloped in its brilliance.
Enveloped in her illumination, forever and ever.
I am still the moth to her flame, but the flame is warm and soft and nurturing… it doesn’t burn at all.
*****
Even if it did burn, I don’t think I would mind. I’ve felt the
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