Blackbird Singing in the Dead of Night

I think my parents like each other. Lately, I've been catching them flirting- with each other. This morning, they did Pilates, together, in the living room. Last night, my Dad sat with my Mom on the couch, and laid his head in her lap. They've been laughing a lot more, together. 

It's like some alternative universe. Who are these people and what have they done with my family? I don't remember ever seeing them this happy. They seem... in love, almost. My Mom has been laughing at my Dad's stupid jokes. They've been hanging out, watching movies and drinking wine on lazy afternoons. 

I actually thought about not writing about it, because I worry that maybe it's just an off month or something. Maybe I'll jinx it by saying it. Maybe it won't last. Maybe the doctor upped their anti-psychotics or something. But I don't think so. Or at least, I hope not. 

It actually kind of makes me really happy, that they're so happy. I feel really hopeful about life, that after 30 years of a rough marriage, you can fall in love with your spouse. It reminds me of that song by the Beatles, about the Blackbird. 

I guess love exists after all.