Christmas morning 2010, the Corvette we found for $25 on Craigslist.
I turned to see my two and four year old children driving
their little yellow Corvette through our small, cramped living room. I was standing in the doorway between rooms interviewing a new nanny when I looked up to watch
her watching them drive by. We were
moving our older two out of daycare and hoping to have a nanny provide care in
our home – the news that I was pregnant had finalized the decision.
The incredible discovery that we were expecting twins
had turned our world on its head the week before so that as I stood there talking, it felt to me that our world was tilting, spinning out of control. In that moment, the picture of our children
driving through the house struck me as both absurd and entirely
It was then that I knew we had fallen or were falling,
though toward what I did not know. The
incline was steep and the sensation would not end, still has not ended, even
now some two years later. What I could not understand then that I do now is that what we were falling into was love, a deeper
and wider love than we knew was possible.
* * *
When I started dating the man who would become my husband we
would sit on opposite sides of the college cafeteria with our different groups of
friends and make googly eyes at each other from across the room. Whenever our eyes met there was a spark of
electricity that spanned the distance and threatened to throw us off of our chairs if
we didn’t glance away with speed.
when he studied in Oregon for a semester and I traveled out to visit, we spent
an evening in Portland exploring and all I remember is sitting together on a
bench in the midst of the city. I looked
into his eyes, two deep and gentle brown pools and felt myself falling,
head-long, heart over heels.
* * *
When my daughter, my oldest, was born after months of
waiting and reading, planning and anticipation, they placed her in my arms and
I looked into those small dark eyes and felt a sudden and surprising moment of
recognition. It was an aha moment, a
coming home and we sank into each other like two lost souls, like two lovers
clinging as we plunged into life together.
I fell hard, as I have for every baby since.
* * *
Just recently, I was interviewing yet another babysitter and
the moment she walked in the door, my four year old pulled her into the hallway to see our
new climbing wall.
“A climbing wall . . . in your hall,” she said, “interesting.”
I felt the same old sensation, the realization that we had
fallen, are falling still, head-long into our love for these lives that have
sprung up among us. We are off-kilter,
leaning hard into love and our home and our hearts are showing the expansion,
the wear-and-tear of it all.
Love, my friends, is a falling, floundering thing. To love another, to be in and for love, is to
consent to live continually off-balance.
Love is a leaning, plunging leap, a heart-pounding lunge that leaves
your stomach in your throat and the only danger is that we would come to prefer
the safety of solid ground over this sensation of continual plummet.
To me, this is the only way to explain God coming to live
among us, God looking, leaning down toward humanity. God so loved the world that he leapt and fell
in among us and in his falling for us he freed us from the fall, for the fall,
and the taste is born in us for love – for leaping, falling, floundering,
Time to put it into reverse, having reached the other side of the room.