Crystal Visions.

Love from here, love from there.

Lindseys POV: 24th December 2010. 

 When they say '' I must govern the clock, not be governed by it.'' I understand what they meant by it. When I heard that quote for the first time, in 1969 from a jewish friend, my first thought was why the hell he would he say something like that on the night of the celebration of my twentieth. Well fast forward forty one years later, and I completely understand what he was trying to imply, and what that quote was trying to help me understand. Time is confusing, but it's precious, and there are times when I will just be lying in my bed, thinking about the various moments when time would keep me hostage from meeting my fate(s). The one I always go back to, but lovingly remember is the one where I made the decision that night in '81' to go to the studio and visit Stevie. Sure I dogged off her album and left it in the studio when she dedicated a copy specifically to and for me, but had I not given into that passion that desire to have that connection that we had when we were kids, back again...I might not have had gained marital status with her, have her in my life by my side and in our sixties still acting like lovesick teenagers at points in time. And I would not have my kids, my six precious, talented children, who inspire me and are according to their mother 'the spitting images' of me. 

I think that mine and Stevie's relationship, had a few paths. Depending on which one of us was willing to give into moments of fate, or fall into the predatorial captors of time. So I lie here in bed, still in my day clothes, it's eleven PM, and I have no idea what my wife is doing. We're here in Phoenix, celebrating Christmas with her family down here, Stevie still owns the house she brought here in 81 right before Aaron popped up. We come here every now and then for holidays, and christmas's and thanksgivings. I'm not sure who lives in it but someone from Stevie's side of the family housesits it. I have no idea where my wife has gone off too, this is a big house. Two wings, I believe the kids are staying in the other wing while the 'missus' and I have this one to ourselves.   

December is a bit of a big month for our family, and for Stevie and I. We have a lot of warm and cosy memories that we're built around the christmas season.... 

December 1981: 

We're both out of sleep, despite a long luxurious bubble bath, a deep and vigorous back rub, and a lullaby, Stevie's still shifting from resting on her side, to her back, then back onto her side and so forth. Doctor Gomez has urged her to get as much sleep as she can, but with the mini tour she's had going on, and with the little fella resting within her, I don't think Sleeping is something Stevie can get as easily as she use too. I feel my hand around her side of the bed, hoping to caress her side, instead I caress the emptiness of the thin air. I sit up straight, I look to our ensuite hoping to see the light on. Maybe she had to go, she complains constantly that the little fella is always resting on her bladder during the night. Nothing but plain darkness, I switch on the lamp, crawl out from under the covers and I go on the search, for a thirty three year old 5ft1 woman in an almost ripened melon state. We just came back from the tour, Stevie would have liked to have given birth in Arizona, Phoenix. But, due to her heavily pregnant state and the health of our unborn son, she can't travel there we used tour buses, and as quickly as the MGM grand can get us to Arizona. I am not willing to risk the health and safety of my unborn child, Doctor Gomez was very adamant on us using tour buses. Pregnant women cannot travel during their third trimesters, and she's set to pop in a few weeks. Her parents will be coming to LA, in a week to be with her for the birth. 

We had her baby shower while on tour, and thanks to the many fans, although we donated alot of the stuffed toys to childrens hospitals we kept some for our little boy. I can tell she cannot wait for the arrival of our son, and I can't either, I'm going to teach him so much. But at the same time the pregnancy's taking a toll on her, she's moody, she's hungry, she's hot, she's cold, she's sore, she's fine, she's...Unpredicatable. I really feel for her though. She's my champion.