June 18, 2004

Wildflowers, Pine & Velvet

Sitting on a red velvet couch waiting for this handsome man to pick her up. So antsy she could hardly stand it. Her long blond hair has been styled just so. She has her best dress on and her eyes are wide with excitement. Her heart is beating so fast her head is spinning. She sees his pick up truck speed up the driveway and she jets to the screen door to make sure it was him. He's here!

Every time she sees him her stomach feels like there are butterflies in there fighting vainly to get out. Each time she lays her blue eyes on him is like the very first time. She loves this man with every ounce of her being. He looks just like Robert Redford. Sandy blond hair. Deep blue eyes. Round full lips.

He's wearing wranlger jeans, cowboy boots and shirt that has those silver buttons in the front. He smells like a mix of pine, smoke and mint. God she loves that smell. This meeting is a bitter sweet one. It will be their last. He's moving to Washington and he won't return. She is to stay the weekend and she can’t wait for it to begin. They go to his house to grab a bite to eat and after, they go for one of their infamous walks. They talk about the weekly events that has happened. What they want for the future. On each side of them are fields of wildflowers. Blue, purple and yellow. She can smell the pine she smelled earlier only stronger now and that single smell is embedded in her memory forever. They continue to talk about what the future means and promises are made to see each other again. They hold hands and walk back to his place. She can't stop touching him. She wants to hold his hands forever. But, she knows that it has to end. And will soon.

After, a blissful weekend. He drops her off at her house. With lots of sorrow and a broken heart she kisses him goodbye and runs to her door. She fights looking back at him, risking running back to him.

One week turns into another. Weeks turn into months and months turn into years without hearing from him. She is so hurt that she could hardly take it. She looks at every face on the corners of the streets just in case. Maybe he returned and he couldn't find her because she had moved. Maybe he was searching for her just as she had been him. That's all the hope she had left.

Ten years has gone by. Ten years of heartache. Ten years of loneliness. No one has ever filled that place he left. The void in her heart is unbearable

Finally in the summer of 85 she gets the nerve to call information and ask for his last name. She new it was an unusual one and that not many people had it. To her dismay the operator gives her a number. She had heard the name before and understood it to be his brother. With a slight tremble in her finger she dials the phone and has a pleasant talk with him.
She had found out that HE had gotten married and is now going through a divorce. That he still lived in Washington. That he had missed her tremendously. She called him up and he immediately flew out to see her. When he arrived at her house. It was as if he had never left. She flew into his arms and kissed him ever slightly on his cheek. He was here. She was looking into those blue eyes once again. They were tired and they had aged but they were HIS eyes and all she could think of is how much she loved him. They questions will come later. For now she will revel in his smell. His smile and his love.

This was her man. This was her special someone. This was her dad.


Yes. This is about my dad. He originally left when I was 5 and I was devestated.

The walks I can remember so vividly. The smell. The clothes he was wearing that day. I remember everything.

The call was when I was fifteen. You can say when he came back I was a little infatuated with him. I never had a dad and I loved the fact that I was his only child. But, the fact of the matter is he left once more and another five years rolled by with out talking to him. I never said he was a good dad at the time.

I don't remembr how we got to talking again this last time. But, we've both had alot of growing up to do and it came in due time. We have an incredible relationship now. He's is my best friend. He is my idol. We have gone through raising children together. (he has a 12 year old daughter & You know I have an 11 year old daughter) When we talk to each other hours pass by and we don't even realize it. He is coming to see me soon and I can not wait. It's been way too long.

So to my best friend. To my Idol and my main man.

Happy Fathers Day.

And to all you dads out there. Happy Fathers Day.

I love you dad.

Posted by Tiffani at June 18, 2004 03:10 PM | TrackBack
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Beautiful story, Tiffani. :-)

Posted by: Jim at June 19, 2004 03:55 PM

Just...wow.

Posted by: Helen at June 21, 2004 10:41 AM
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