I went running with a friend in Discovery Park this morning. Soon, the waist-high grass we ran through will be brown from the summer sun.Cal is thinking a lot these days about being six, and what it will mean not to be six anymore. He is sure he'd like to stay six and three-quarters forever. He wanted to know what age I liked being the best; I told him, the age I'm at always feels best. And I mean that.
I accidentally texted my sister, not Alexi, during Abbott's baseball game tonight, and told her Abbott made a triple play. A most happy accident. Despite it being late at night where she lives, she was at the movies with her son seeing the latest Woody Allen movie, and indirectly got to share the moment with Abbott and all of us.
Our days are always as new as they are repetitive in this landscape that we call home.
7 comments:
I love this post, Lecia. It's just wonderful. Especially that last line.
The look your boys are exchanging is priceless. It exemplifies big brother-little brother to me.
you are incredible, look at this gaze through the fence ... simple days are so full of life, full of everything
Always love your 'brother' pictures. Especially the one in this post. It says so much! Triple play? Nice!Margaret
I hear that new Woody Allen movie is pretty good!
What a lovely brotherly moment you got in that second photo!
A very wise friend of mine once said something to the effect of 'my favorite age of my children is always exactly what it is right now. no matter how much I love each stage, I'm always ready for the next step, and it's always just as good.'
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