Monday.
Feeling unbalanced after having a week off.
Going thru the motions with relative disinterest….
…until stumbling upon this image
…which reminds me about a conversation I had with our youngest while driving home from Mom and Dad’s.
‘I wish I was really good at something,’ I share.
‘I know something’ he says.
‘What?’
‘You’re good at being a Dad. You’re the best dad in the whole world.’
‘Thanks buddy’
I smile.
He seems to be doing the same.
We ride the rest of the way home in silence.
Those words carrying me then…
…and still now.
Deja Vu...
Sunday morning.
Deja vu.
Always welcome.
The cosmos, telling me something.
Be here.
The best sleep?
Maybe not for me.
Maybe so for him.
These days of attachment have a shelf life.
I’m wondering who’s holding on more?
Throwing out my anchor.
Staying awhile.
Roll...
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.
