After the storm.

When my mom and I came out the door of the movie theater, the sky was covered in a dark grey. And though it was the beginning of June, there was a coolness sweeping the air untimely for the Floridian summer season. The rain poured down as we ran to the car and continued as we started toward the restaurant to pick up take-out for my dad on the way home. As my mom and I drove, suddenly the rain cleared and in front of our eyes, God painted us the most beautiful rainbow. We pulled over on the side of the road so I could take a picture with my iPhone.

"I think that's a sign of new beginnings for you," my mom said. I couldn't help but smile and wonder if it was.

We had just gone to see the Sex and the City movie. Her first time, my second time. The reason why I like the show so much is because I can't help but find it intriguing how much my life really has paralleled some of Carrie's relationship story lines over the years.

I've dated my Aiden, the one who loves you so much, treats you wonderfully like you always hoped a guy would, and is ready to start their life with you that you try so much to love them back the same and don't understand why in the end you just can't.... My Berger, the hot writer who attracts you with his words, you share some good times, yet when all is said and done, he just can't commit.... And even an international man like the Russian, who was taught overseas how to romance a woman and sweep us off our feet nothing less than first class, yet no amount of romance can substitute true love. But yet, every time Carrie tried to move on to find new love, it all came back to her old love, her true love, the one no logic can explain, the one who makes your heart beat faster, the one you can't ever forget, Mr. Big.

After three and half years of having not talked after our final break up, MY Mr. Big reappeared to my surprise, ironically enough, just days after I saw the movie.

No, really. I'm not just making this up.

I couldn't help but laugh at the timing, considering I had him in the back of my mind as I watched Carrie and Big break up and make up in the movie like they always do, like we always did. My Mr. Big didn't appear in person or over the phone, but through a sincere hand-written card he sent my dad full of his prayers and well wishes for the recent news about his cancer.

When my mom called to tell me the news of my dad receiving the card from him, my jaw completely dropped.

Then tears streamed down my face. But happy tears. He was the last person I expected to hear from right now, but the one who truly meant the most.

I don't know HOW he knows the news about my dad other than now wondering if he reads my blog?

"Dawson," if you ARE reading this, check your mailbox tomorrow. I sent you something too. I dedicate this video to you. You know why.