Page 310 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland
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Reason To Sing


          we talk excitedly about the progress of my new album as well
          as the other recording projects he’s working on.
              And we enjoy our son, the glue that still binds our little
          family together. Watching him tear up the sidewalk on his
          bright yellow plastic three-wheel bike brings gigantic smiles
          to both our faces. Oh, how good it feels to laugh at his silly
          little antics. Together. Like we are connected again as a family.
          We celebrate with a round of popsicles, Keldon’s favourite
          summer treat. “You sure have a sweet tooth,” I grin, wiping
          popsicle juice off his face with the end of my tee shirt. “No
          Mommy,” he slurps the last morsel of purple ice. “All of my
          teeth are sweet!”
              Gord bursts out laughing and my heart warms enough
          to match the July sun.  The shroud of sadness that’s been
          hanging over our home for so long is slowly lifting. But we
          are nowhere near home free. Gord and I still avoid talking
          about  anything  personal or  serious. The reprieve  from the
          months of stress has been a welcome relief. But I still have no
          idea what Gord does when he leaves Keldon and me. Where
          does he go? Who does he see? Does he sleep alone? Is he with
          her? Lenora and I have not spoken a word to one another and
          that is exactly the way I want it. I keep believing there will be
          a miracle with this man. With my husband.
              And then it happens.
              It is a warm summer night. Gord is just about to leave
          after dinner. We are by the back door and I am standing on
          the landing, a few steps higher than him. I am fully expecting
          him to thank me for dinner and leave but he just stands there,
          staring at me. And then he gently reaches for both my hands
          and pulls me just a little closer. His beautiful brown eyes
          are locked onto mine. I almost lose my balance as my body
          melts into his gaze. Then in the most soft and loving voice


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