"My parents are holding hands in the car on the way home and it’s beautiful.
They don’t always get along, but it’s eleven o’clock on a grey August Sunday and my father turned fifty today.
And I think my mother understands tonight that he is coming to the realization that he is closer to sixty than sixteen, and he is wondering how he got here.
But somehow their fingers threaded together and the cool pavement after the rain is enough tonight.
And tonight is sad, but it is also good.
You’re miles away, but you love me, but one day it will be late on a quiet day, and I’ll weave my hand through yours while you drive and the mere outline of your frame in the cool starlight will be captivating, and I’ll smile and wonder how I got here, and wonder how I got to be with you.
We are closer to sixteen than twenty-six, but I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of holding your hand."

(via littlebabybug)

(Source: birdsofafeatherpen, via wildflowercreation)

"

The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.

One of them
Missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.

One’s
Car wouldn’t start.

One couldn’t
Get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..

Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,

This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment

"

(via theoutsiders)

(via timothydelaghetto)