The Mayor and I plodded silently across the deep end of the pool and back again. We were far from the splashing and yelling children in the shallows.
The Mayor was busy surveying all that surrounded him and his brow wrinkled in concentration.
Every now and then he would interrupt our silent peace to marvel,
"Mommy, It's so quiet down here."
The only other pool patrons nearby were a set of lovers.
She had her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
Releasing her arms and keeping her legs secured around his trunk, her upper body floated in front of him as if he were swimming in a love apron.
I trudged back and forth in front of them thinking about how you just can't stop touching your partner in that early phase of love.
[As opposed to our current love phase which involves a whole family and is called: WOULD ALL OF YOU PEOPLE PLEASE STOP TOUCHING ME??!!]
I thought back to when K and I were newly in love.
I remembered how K's leg and mine would accidentally rest against each other underneath a table or the way his skin would burn against mine from elbow to fingertip on an arm rest.
Some part of us had to be touching, always.
I remember not being able to resist K. Propelled towards him, I stumbled over my own feet falling for him.
Walking in the pool and holding one of The Mayor's feet in each of my hands, I couldn't help but think that maybe that force I felt back then, pushing me towards K, was The Mayor's two little feet kicking themselves into existence.
Maybe so, maybe so.
When we were done swimming K gave me a mom's night out pass and I took myself to see the film Once.
Driving home I couldn't stomach the radio after the film's great music so I fished around for a tape to feed into the super-modern-cassette-deck-o-rama in my 1995-model-automotive-wonder-vehicle .
By coincidence I pulled out an old and well worn mixed tape, made for K when everything about him was new, labeled You Are All I Can Think About Right Now.
The mixed tape making phase of love...
Listening to the tape my thoughts again wandered back to the urgent feelings I had for K in the early days.
I smiled knowing that The Mayor and The Rooster are growing up in the shade of the strong, old oak grown up out of that early and determined root.
I pulled into the driveway, let one of our songs finish and went into the house.
Let's just say that K would recommend mom's night out to dads everywhere.