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.