I was having a tough week.
It culminated in a rough day.
My husband came home with a dozen red roses.
We stood in the entryway and kissed like we kissed when we were eighteen and just falling in love, the way we have kissed on a daily basis for the eight years since.
As I put the flowers in water and set them on the dinner table while I finished pan-frying some tilapia, he told me a story about what happened when he was buying them.
“The sales guy told me, ‘You’ve been in the doghouse too long. I hope they work.’”
“What?” I asked.
Brian shrugged. “I told him I wasn’t in the doghouse as far as I knew.”
Why do we wait for these things?
Why do men wait for doghouse days to give flowers to their brides?
Why do women wait for roses to kiss their husbands like they’re eighteen again?
Why do we wait for a spilled juice cup before turning our coveted attention to a child?
Why do we wait until a loved but oft-neglected grandparent is on death’s doorstep and too sick to chat and share a meal before we buy the plane tickets to visit?
Why? Why? Why? Why do we wait until things are bad or better or otherwise remarkable, before we do what we should have done all along?
In the musical Rent, playwright-composer Jonathan Larson gave this message:
NO DAY BUT TODAY!
Rent received a bevy of Tony awards as well as the Pulitzer Prize. On both occasions, it was Larson’s sister who took the stage to receive the awards on his behalf. He had died tragically and unexpectedly shortly after the play was completed.
No day but today.
Don’t wait until the falling apart or the kind gesture or the phone call. Don’t wait.