Have you ever thought about why your grandchildren love
you? Every time I see the expressions on
Benjamin’s and Sullivan’s faces when they first realize they are at papa’s and
nina’s house, I am humbled and awestruck.
Love, what a curious thing.
What a wonderful mystery. What is
it that causes that feeling in our hearts?
I know someone is going to want to tell me about the chemical that is
released somewhere in my body. But, why is that chemical released?
Forty-one years ago I met someone who had this effect on
me. Uh, no it wasn’t Brad. If you actually know Brad and I, you know
about our love. This is my friend,
Peggy. At the time, several of us were
living rather communally. (This is the short version.) I had just arrived in
Palm Springs where a few of our group were staying temporarily. A couple of friends approached me all
excited. They told me they had just met a girl who looked like me and talked
like me.
As most of us do when we are told someone looks like us, I
rolled my eyes and thought “sure”. But when Peggy and I came face to face we
were stunned.
In less than a year Brad and I were married and Peggy was my
maid of honor. We saw each other two,
maybe three times after the wedding.
While living in Seattle and discovering all the possibilities of the
internet; I attempted to track her down.
I sent letters to old addresses from whitepages.com with notes on the
envelopes saying to please let me know if Peggy didn’t live there anymore. I even paid one of those search companies but,
again, nothing.
I just resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn’t ever see
my friend again. Maybe she didn’t want
to be found. A few months ago I thought I would try FB one more time. And, yes, there she was!
It’s been 35 years since we have seen each other. She is flying down in a couple of weeks. The
mystery of love continues. I can’t
explain it, but after all of these years and a rather short friendship, there
is still a huge spot for Peggy in my heart.
Benjamin and Sullivan – what is it that makes their eyes
twinkle, that makes smiles break out and causes them to run into my arms when
they see me? There is no reason
grandchildren should love their ninas and papas. But what a gift!
This mystery of love is all around us.