In My Daddy's Eyes.2.25.2015
Anywho. Apparently, falling from the bed was a story I'd never heard before. Naturally, I wanted to know all the details. And this is where it gets a little surreal. Dad said that during the night, I flipped off their bed. He described how quickly he reacted and how he twisted his back in the process of picking me up. An injury he said took him a year to heal. Then a funny thing happened. He started telling me about how I had landed (and of course I was sound asleep through the whole thing) and was laying on the floor. As he was describing it, he was looking downward and his eyes started to move around like he was tracing my small shape in his memory. His eyes were reliving the moment. It was so strange because I felt I could almost see myself there on the floor, swaddled, and sleeping, too.
I felt so close to it. Like I was literally there... Yet so far. How could he see the image of that memory so clearly? So clearly, I could almost see it too? It made me think that if I concentrated enough I could access it too...It felt within hand's reach...Like when a word is stuck on the tip of your tongue. It was right there. In his eyes.
Have you ever experienced that?