The first time I saw this shirt, it was on my husband. We were in a Wendy’s parking lot in Morgantown, WV because he had gotten lost. I was so nervous. It was our first date.
I stumbled out of bed this morning, planning on packing up the baby and heading out for doctor appointments and a chance to see my sisters. I have never been good at seeing what is right in front of me. I can see the whole picture, everything that needs done, but ask me to see what is right in front of my face and I miss it more often than not.
In my morning haze, I had thrown on clothes as I stumbled towards the kitchen to let the dog outside. Sam had Arden and was reading to her. I never saw what I put on.
Today, with a snow storm barrelling towards us, I managed to see what was in front of me and we stayed home. After a brief “relapse” into my frantic big-picture-gotta-get-stuff-done mentality, I sat down rock Arden to sleep, I looked down at her beautiful smiling face and saw the shirt.
For one moment I was 23 and worried about what I had on, whether I should hug him, shake his hand, or just say “hey.” I saw the shirt in my living room as he awkwardly spit cherry pits into a bowl. I saw the shirt as he came back for a second kiss after having already left. He “couldn’t wait a week for another.” I saw the shirt with our daughter’s hands softly resting on it and I realized that for all my big picture scheming, I never saw this.
Almost 8 years later, I am surprised at how well the shirt has held up. But today I am most surprised that I saw what was in front of me. The first time I saw this shirt I almost missed the moment for all the worries and anxieties of a first date.
Today, I am trying a new view.