On the periphery...

Xmas morning.

‘I didn’t get a chance to wrap it’ said our middle guy.

He handed me a bag.

When I pulled out the fox he drew for me the dam broke.
I couldn’t stop crying.

I’m crying now as I write these words.

Perhaps it was 2024.
Or just the thought of him thinking of me.
But damn, it hit me hard.
Each year seems to be doing that as of late.

I wouldn’t say I’m fragile.
But I am especially full.
Hyper aware of the shelf life in all of this — in all of us.

Not to be outdone, Ollie went running for what he drew for me.

Another fox :)

Later, I’d open a fox print from Sara.
Then, a pair of fox socks from my Mom & Dad.
And last night, our nephew Nick handed me a fox he had drawn.

Me, left feeling saturated in good fortune and love.

Touched by kindness.

Seen and appreciated, ever so briefly on the periphery, like a fox.

Mr Fox...

On the backside of the school run…
…there you were.

Us, at the stop sign.
You, limping along down the road.
Me wondering what might have happened…but just happy to see you.
You, on your merry way.
Showing up…it seemed…for me.
At that time.
At that moment.
More luck than anything.
But you left a buzz behind, like that feeling when the horoscope hits home.

Thank you for that.

Safe travels Mr Fox.