Tonight, I watched as my parents,
who have been together since they were 15 and 17 year old high school kids,
as they sat on the front porch during a storm.
As they rocked back and forth on the swinging chair,
great bolts of lightening shot through the thickness of the sky.
They rocked and rocked,
as they shared a pair of ear phones to listen to the music that my dad was playing for them.
They listened to Eric Clapton. And to Cat Stevens. And to The Stones.
And to the thunder, smacking it’s way over the sea.
With one earphone in each of their ears
and a little Ipod
and a lot of love
between them.
If that isn’t fairytale love, I don’t know what in this world is.