That is Life
Last night, riding home, we watched the clouds pass across the moon, revealing and retreating. Gandy, the boys, and me—tracking, commenting, announcing our sightings when the moon revealed itself. Sighing when it hid its light. A normal night turned magical.
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The youngest called me over to the futon: “Gogi, I’m going to give you a quiz.” He held the Minecraft Lego box aloft and pointed. “What is this?” I got right the diamond pickaxe, the skeleton head, the warning sign. I failed the sugarcane (who knew?), the cactus (my favorite), and dang if I could remember that the dude wearing safety goggles was the blacksmith. The boy was gracious about my score.
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The oldest said, “Can I tell you something?” Then he spilled it. Facts, facts, facts. I offered my own factoids, of which I am God’s greatest fan. He and I, we are a matched pair.
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They tested my memory of Beetlejuice, which I saw thirty ? years ago. They, whose mama is Roll Tide all the way, wondered if the movie’s football players in red jerseys might be Alabama players. They were totally confused by the model train town. We did not sing Day-O.
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They held my hand crossing the street. They still wanted me to read them to sleep. They asked for comforting in the storm. They are so grown up and thankfully not yet. But one day they will be. That is life.
Luanne
You are so blessed!
Ellen Morris Prewitt
Isn’t that the truth! To have them and to be able to stay down here in New Orleans so we can be with them on a regular basis and for their parents to be so family-oriented and enjoy our keeping them–so much to be thankful for.
Marie A Bailey
Oh, I love this: “They are so grown up and thankfully not yet.” That really sums it up, doesn’t it. Thank you for sharing your magical night 🙂
Ellen Morris Prewitt
Thank you!