going with the off-kilter
Premise of either
The Notebook or
Driving Miss Daisy
You must be seen to be loved?
Tossed, a leaf on the wind of passion?
The realest thing we are; these question marks
No identifIer of a love story here
I have seen you
Sad about the box of colors
lost because he was too
Young to read
Signifying treasure before it’s gone
You could call it a quirk of timing. As I drop my kids off for their piano lessons I hear the radio announcers describe a contest:
Submit stories about “a Scott in your family and what they mean to you.”
They not because my grammar is sloppy but because I tangentially wonder if they are referring to a given name or a citizen of Scotland?
Going with the former, here’s my answer–
29 years ago I met a boy who reminded me of Tom Sawyer. He was funny and ironic and wildly intelligent and in our whole lives we have been in the same geographical location for less than 96 hours.
Not sufficient time to decide that you love someone like a brother.
But I do.
Despite the fact that he might vehemently deny what for me is the fundamental premise of our friendship–God is crazy about Scott and wants him to live with Him forever in heaven.
I admit it is fun for me to write that out because I know how much Scott believes himself to be an atheist.
Lucky for Scott, God is not an a-Scottist.
So there you go, fella-
He is coming for you and has been for years. Because He loves you. Because to Him you will always be “a Scott in the family.”