Friday, February 5, 2016
short-short # 1: eye contact
When I arrived home, my son was riding on my wife's back. We made eye contact, he gave me a smile, and I returned it. There was a moment, as I took him in my arms, that our mutual joy at reuniting after a long day crested like a wave. Then I looked at him, he looked at me, and maybe it was just my imagination, but in his eyes I read something like, "ok Dad, basking in the joy of togetherness is great and everything, but let's go find something to do." I lifted him up, savoring the still-present smile on his lips, then sat down with him on the couch to read a book.
Posted by A.K. Ansel at 8:43 PM