Wonderful…

Sometimes I feel an impulse to write, to make a post, to communicate something of depth and importance, yet nothing comes forth no matter how long I search, how long I wait for the spark to ignite. Sometimes it’s best to remain silent. Sometimes I’m not at my best. And that’s fine.

Holidays can be exhausting. Too much to eat. Too much to drink. Too much knee rehab. Yeah, that’s right, I’ve continued to exercise my knee for about four hours a day despite being “away” for the holidays. Then again, I’m always “away” these days.

Christmas in San Antonio has been nice. My wife’s entire extended family gathered to be in Grandfather’s presence. He’s 93, so no one takes his presence for granted. Spending time with my wife has been wonderful, although the dread of parting again soon is always looming. Assuming I continue to progress well with the rehab, I should be able to return to Mexico in February. I took my wife to the movies to see a romantic comedy — P.S. I Love You. She cried throughout, and the shoulder of my shirt was soaked with her tears. Wonderful. I admit, without a hint of shame, that I love watching romance movies with my wife. Left to my own devices, I go for dark and disturbing films, but there’s nothing quite like holding my wife’s hand while her heart is trembling.

Another thing I especially enjoyed about this week was the live music. My wife’s cousin Deblois is a professional musician, and she performed several of her songs as the family gathered around in the big living room. Endlessly, it seems, I struggle and grasp for ways to communicate what is transcendent and of utmost importance in my life. Then, someone sings a simple song, from the heart, and I say to myself, “That’s it, right there. How simple! How wonderful!”