proof #3

"There is no love; there are only proofs of love." Pierre Reverdy

It's a week day evening, a jumble of carpool deliveries and errands (Who needed shoelaces?......You are hungry

now

- you can't wait for dinner?.....You need new shoes,

too

?.....Jump out for soccer, we'll be back with dinner soon.) One errand is dropping summer camp papers by your work.

Amidst the chaos of kids and a dog running about and finishing your job, you step out on to the porch as I slide into the front seat of my car.  "Hey, how are you feeling, doll?" you ask me over the balcony.

"I'm fine now. Really, I'm fine.  It's okay. I'm not falling apart.  I'll hardly be thinking about this in the morning.  I promise.  I'm really fine." It's the b-roll commentary that continuously loops as the backdrop to the days activities.

Proof is that you ask. Proof is that you listen. Always.