Timshel

I'm lying awake in a silent house far too late at night. My wife has passed out long ago, after putting each of the children to bed. Where was I? I selfishly disappeared to play hockey, my one night a week when I get a chance to pick up a stick and play instead of work.

There is such love in this house. I'm amazed at how this family has grown, the love that is shared and the time that is spent. I'm grateful for my parents and Hope's parents for sharing time with us here in Colorado. It makes them feel like they live far closer than the 2100 miles that separate us.

Emiko, Winslow, Gibson and I shared some time in the backyard tonight. Emiko proceeded to tackle me when I announced that I had to leave for hockey. Winslow then piled on and we all lay in the grass laughing. Gibson cuddled up close to where we were rolling about.

Their laughter and delight proceeded to keep me long after I had planned on climbing in the car. How do you choose to walk away from such moments? I can't. I revel in them. I memorize them. I choose to delay that departure to play for a moment longer. And I set them to a soundtrack....

I'm so very, very lucky.