Today was a rare (well, maybe not that rare) Sunday that I had to go in to the office for a few hours. On my way in, I stopped by the beach and watched the sun rise at exactly 0700 hrs. Nothing like the smell of sand and salt, mixed with the aroma of coffee to get you started.
As I stood waiting for the dawn of a new day, lots of thoughts crossed my mind as to what I would write about tonight. A variety of topics made the short list and I felt as if I was heading to lament about how things that once brought me great joy were no longer of interest and how once friends were now strangers. Clearly, it was not going to be an uplifting description of the changes we all go through. That was “Plan A”
Then, in the flash of time it takes to get a text message, I went from melancholy to exuberant and I realized these two little humans are bringing more joy to my life than I ever recall experiencing. I can’t wait for Megan and Andrew’s son to be born in November. And then there will be three.
Can you imagine being in the grocery store early this morning and seeing little Adeline, enjoying life as only a two year old can? Could you not help but smile… especially with her standing in line, waiting for her potato salad at the deli counter, looking at her play cell phone or waving to other shoppers.
Damn the past and the failings, my cup runneth over today. I have been blessed and part of me will live on in all three of them long after I am gone.
Adeline is a bucket full of sass.
And. . . my little buddy Theodore, who bears a striking resemblance to my late father in law.