After lying in bed for two days, I was sick and tired of feeling sick. Sometime late in the evening I forced myself out of bed and decided to take Toyna for a drive. When we started, I was still low but had this determination to make up to my darling for ignoring her for so many days.
The instant we drove out into the roads on our scooter, the breeze caught my hair and Toynas’ small hands came around my back to hold me close. The roads were bumpy, the traffic loud and smoky; but she didn’t complain. In fact the bumpier the road the more fun it was on the scooter. With each bump we would sing out aaaawwwww, awa, awa, awwwww. Each big bump and her hands would close tighter around me, confident, loving and so sure that I would get her out of it, unhurt. Her faith in me, even when I did not have any faith in myself, touched me inside. How could I afford to doubt myself, when someone was relying on me to be in charge? If I faltered now, I did not mind getting physically hurt myself, but could I ever let her get hurt. I lightly tapped her hands with mine, and smiled.
As the next turn approached us, the traffic thinned, the breeze became cooler and my mood much lighter. We flew into the wind, my hands confident on the scooter and hers around my stomach. We stopped at a book store, searched for good reads, bought tons of junk stationary, blew a small amount of money and turned back home.
I had started the journey thinking I was doing her a favor. By the time we came back, I knew she had done me a huge favor, by just believing in me and holding on to me tight. She didn’t say a word, but the silence told me what a million words could not have – The road might be bumpy, it might be dark and lonely, you might be feeling a little crazy; but as long as we are together, I trust you will find the way!