I’m sitting on Michael’s red leather sofa, in the lime green room of the parsonage that I painted for him before I really even knew him, back in the heady days of summer when we were fast Facebook friends but had only ever spoken in person for twenty minutes, about paint colors. The first time I really spent any time at all with Michael was the day shortly after he moved in when I drove him to Ikea in the mini-van to pick up this red sofa. I hadn’t eaten all day, and we had lunch – meatballs for me and a Philly cheese steak for Michael, and across the table there in the Ikea cafeteria, he told me stories about his ex-boyfriend and was perfectly charming but also perfectly scandalous and I couldn’t quite believe our luck to have called him as our pastor.
Tonight I’m sitting on Michael’s red sofa, waiting for the apple pie to finish baking, watching a snow storm rage outside. Julie just excused herself to Michael’s bedroom (pale yellow – too pale, in my estimation, but it’s not my bedroom, except for tonight); Micah is upstairs, finally fast asleep, in one of the two twin beds in Michael’s guest room. Michael will sleep in the other one, once his sermon is done. Trixie is a few blocks away at Aunt Beth’s.
Tomorrow church will happen, just like every Sunday. But really? This is it, right here.
2 comments:
What a gorgeous painting this is. The snow outside and the smelling apple pie baking makes the indoor home/church/haven even more cozy, loved ones all around, sleeping or about to sleep... I can't even count all the bonds of love this portrays. And isn't it funny how sleep-overs are STILL fun, even as adults?
can't wait to have a sleep over at your place, sweetie pie. i'll even bakes something. and then write about it. love you.
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