Orange moon.
Haze.
The smell of fire.
Reminders.
We are connected.
We have one planet.
Wednesday...
What a turd might say...
One morning as we were walking to school, Ollie said his stomach was hurting.
I could see the distress on his face.
But it felt like a day that he just didn’t want to go.
So my mind scrambled for a distraction as we walked.
‘I think you just need to poop buddy’
‘And just imagine how much better you would feel’
‘I wonder what those turds might say once they escaped your body’
He smiled.
The ideas flowed.
And the rest of the way to school, we hatched up a plan to write a book together.
‘What a turd might say’
And the other day, I found him drawing at the dining room table.
Putting those ideas onto paper.
It brought a smile.
Yes, those turds brought a smile.
#theeverydayiseverything
The last...
The last stop before bed.
The last of our kids still doing this.
The thought of there being a last time fresh in my mind.
New rhythms find us.
Eventually.
But not yet.
For now, it’s a favorite record on repeat.
One you’ll never pry from my heart.
#theeverydayiseverything
Hold on...
Sometimes holding on is all that we can do.
#theeverydayiseverything
