Sometimes life stops you from doing simple things, like waking up at 4 a.m. so you can write. Not that waking up at 4 a.m. is simple anymore. I have to keep changing the sound my alarm plays so that I don’t go through the hypnotic routine of sleepwalking across the room to shut off the familiar chimes. Right now, I’m trying out ‘Dog Bark’, which should wake me up because we still don’t have a dog. But then again, maybe tomorrow I’ll dream about a dog and my thumb will slide across the barking screen in a petting motion and we’ll both go back to sleep.
Either way, life has been stopping me from doing this simple thing to do even more simple things, like making this birthday cake my daughter asked for.
…or crossing the border with all the kids to pick up a pair of shoes for my wife and eat ice cream cones.
…or taking the birthday girl out for lunch.
…or having God conversations with my son while swimming laps at the center.
…or painting the outside doors to our house and garage.
…or planning a scavenger hunt with my oldest daughter so my middle daughter can have a party with water guns and a balloon fight and capture the flag and a decorated car to ride in as the teams crack codes and travel to various school playgrounds.
…or, like today, when my story was just about done but still needed a few hours work, life had me sit down and color with my youngest. Just color. And share colored pencils. And take turns working on the same picture.
Keep it coming.