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This Is Us
Brief, Beautiful Moments of Togetherness and Touch
This is about the past and, I promise, the future
This is about the times when we all reverberate in a theater, consumed by anticipation in the pitch black as the orchestra tunes itself toward endless possibility.
This is about Airplane and a child’s body tethered to yours yet “soaring” above the earth in the tiny, infinite world you’ve imagined and created together. You are connected by feet and chest and name and blood, and she is propelled to the sky by your magic and grounded to safety by your love.
This is about my fingers as a dune buggy race on the endless sands of your back or as submarines descending through the uncharted depths of your hair to your very top’s very bottom.
This is about when he kisses my cheek and hugs me with intention and heat and says I Love You, and about falling in love with this man with a fearlessness reserved only for friendship.
This is about 100,000 worshippers in a stadium captivated by the sound of drums emerging from a tunnel, echoing through our memory and roaring into the present, triumphantly, on a rocket fueled by nostalgia and electricity and hope.
