As a father, you learn to capture those precious moments that present themselves at a moment's notice. To me, they are so beautiful it's easy for me not to miss them. So when Stephanie came to me and said "Daddy, would you like to play futbol (soccer) with me," of course I jumped at the chance. Not sure why she doesn't ask more, so when she does, I like to drop everything I'm doing to go, because I rather enjoy it :)
One thing about getting older is that I both see and think things I've not experienced before. I see family resemblances more pronounced in both the faces of parents and children alike. When I look at pictures from centuries ago, I not only realize they have lived the full measure of their lives, but find myself wondering what their daily routine was. What was it like to live life before computers, technology, HDTV's and FIOS. And similarly, I've thought more about the end of life experience then ever before. I guess it's because I feel more fully engaged with life, understanding the age cycle and seeing it more and more in the lives of others around me.
Living in this house has stirred similar feelings. Having a wood stove and maintaining it makes us less dependent on current comforts and more on the sweat of our brows. It is a balance that is maintained daily and a battle constantly fought, and our sense of accomplishment is rewarded in the smaller things.. This is how our ancestors who came before us lived. By the sweat of their brow, by the fruits of their land, and the goodness of the neighbors around them.
So here I was surrounded by these elements and these feelings, making memories. It was a beautiful night - 50 degree weather, the smell of burning wood and the rustling of leaves were all around us. As the night quickly fell, there we were kicking the ball, smiling, laughing, a close to a great weekend.
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