I am taken back a few years when Reesie would let me take pictures all day long of her. She was our one fur baby who loved having her picture taken. One day, I caught this as she was patiently waiting for Mark to come home from work. Her eyes spoke volumes. It was a cross between concern that he wasn’t coming home and excitement that he could be driving up the road at any moment. If she watched hard and long enough, her actions alone would drive him home and it always did!
Now days, I find myself sitting on the porch watching that same road, with likely the same look Reesie had that day. The Flex is parked behind me, yet I hope beyond hope, I will see it rounding the curve. I know Mark is dead… yes, I have to keep saying that word. I know he will not ever drive up the road again.
But for now, I still watch.