Days of late, a device or three separates us.
Dividing and conquering.
Ticking and tying.
Filling in the holes.
Balancing each other as we keep the ship afloat.
Tired bodies, leaning into one another.
...as we carve our path thru unfamiliar seas.
Making our way...
...to the adventures ahead.
Grateful for my partner in crime.
So very grateful you are by my side.
Thru thick and thin...
Thru thick and thin…
Lockstep with my every move.
Snoring heavily at my feet as I write this.
Always there.
Watching over me.
Ready for whatever, whenever I’m ready.
Reminding me with his worried eyes of the shelf life in all of this.
Makeshift dinners...
Tis the season...
...of makeshift dinners around the butcher block
...and dogs picking up the inevitable scraps
...with football alongside on the iPad
...and a daily practice for one kid or another
....try-outs for the oldest
...and my wife and I tagging in and out, two ships passing in the night
...school on the horizon.
All things in motion.
Swirling.
Twirling.
This way and that.
...but like riding a bike,
....a familiar dance
...that warms the heart
...and fills me with purpose.
Tis the season of many good things to come.
These days...
These days...
You'll find him wearing one of his older brother's hand-me-downs.
He's watched enough YouTube videos to spout off of an impressive number of players, their numbers and the team's they play on.
And if you're within earshot, it won't be very long before something will prompt a celebratory SIUUU...
...and you'll hear it bouncing around your ear drums all day long.
...and you might even find yourself saying it too.
...and you'll smile.
These are the best of times.
