Neil Tambe

I'm a Detroiter who happens to enjoy writing, national parks, orange juice, the performing arts, and fanciful socks. More than anything though, I aspire to be a good husband, father, and citizen.

Learning to smell

I didn’t dawn on me until we had Bo, that I didn’t grow up, per se, I was bred. To go to college, to get a job, to get money and status. Bred to get the next thing.

I think a lot of us were.  

That was fine, save for the lonliness. And then I met Robyn, and I had a reason to stop and smell the roses.  

Except, I didn’t know how to stop, nor how to smell them. I think that’s why sometimes the emotions I get when I am with my family, close friends, and extended family are so wonderful, but almost painful. Overwhelming.

But it doesn’t have to be my family, it could be something smaller - a sunrise, a song, a quiet moment, a deep breath. Those are roses too.

The smell of the roses is just so beautiful. It’s so joyful. It’s so special. I never knew.

I don’t know how to handle these very strong emotions because I never started learning how, until we met - I’d say I’m still learning actually.  

Better late than never. Much better late in fact, just hard and lots of tears.