My grandpa has a really hard time hearing, and we all speak loudly to him, which feels kind of silly, if you imagine outsiders watching you yell every little thing.


But yelling every little thing is an act of love.

And I think, looking at my parents, who are just barely greeting their early fifties, It is really hard to imagine you going slowly deaf, but I love you so much that someday I will be yelling every little thing to you, if need be.


And love is a funny thing. It hides underneath the floorboards so that at the moments you feel like you have almost nothing in common with the people you are related to, you take a step and hear it creaking beneath your foot.

Love is exhausting.