I’m calling it a night…but, as I head off to sleep, I wanted to just publish my pride. I’m so grateful for my son; his health, his intellect and his big heart. It was 22 years ago that he came into the world on St. Patrick’s Day…a blessing child. I won’t get all sentimental here, just suffice it to say that he is my boy. And, I cherish him. A poem I passed on to him last evening over family dinner…I’ve always thought that these words were glorious ones.
Beautiful pelicans…a huge v formation, perhaps forty of them less than fifty feet above us…sound of wings whistled in rhythmic up downs up downs up downs…long beaks…our necks strained back to look as they passed over us, southeast on the river…magic…my son and I quietly talking to one another by the campfire.