I named a star after my wife.
It was years ago, one of those anniversaries where you are supposed to get a paperclip or a splinter. I figured a star was pretty romantic, in a geeky Star Trek kinda way.
Love will make you do some pretty stupid things sometimes.
I guess if you think about it love itself is a risk.
You give them the opportunity to check yes our no in the little boxes of your heart as you pass it over. Not knowing what to expect.
Yes or No.
Like asking a girl to dance at home coming.
And hoping she doesn't laugh.
Leaving you feeling naked in front of the entire gym.
I mean what if it doesn't work out?
Will we still be friends?
What if he hurts me?
What if she says that to all the guys?
What if it all comes tumbling down
and all the kings horses
and all the kings men
can't put my heart back together again?
If we choose not to risk, do we choose not to love?
Sitting on the front porch with the boys, I point to the heavens...
That twinkling light is named after your mom, put there to replace her when she fell to the earth...
and daddy risked it all to chase a shooting star.