Families that roll together, grow together.
Enough...
Sometimes being near each other is enough.
Late Sunday morning...
Late Sunday morning.
Him playing a football game on his iPad.
Me buried in the pantry to get the frame.
Nothing extraordinary.
A quiet, reflective morning.
There’s nothing to see here…
…and yet,
…there’s everything to see here.
I often feel like an outsider...
I often feel like an outsider.
Less than.
Someone that snuck in the back door.
Unworthy to have a seat at the table.
Talked over.
Talked thru.
Dismissed.
Insignificant.
…and then, he reaches for me
And that small gesture
Becomes everything.
Everything you need is close at hand...
When long days pick you up and spit you out…
…spinning you sideways, end over end
…losing your sense of direction
…left wondering when you’ll get any traction
The simplest thing can bring life into focus.
Everything you need is close at hand.
