Being the morning after a late night gig, today my family charitably let me sleep in a little. (Y’know, like ’til 8:06. Not bad.) As my bleary eyes opened, I was blinded by the most beautiful sight a mother could see; her two children hugging. “[This is my] BRUHDER…” cooed my girl, as my son hugged her back, smiling. I do not have a photo of this to show you, because (as I always say,) the best things happen off camera. Next thing I know, my daughter is donning big brother’s coveted *Spiderman hat*, and he is letting her! “Do my eyes deceive me?” I asked, “Is this really happening?”
“Yup!” says my boy, “This is NON-Fiction!” he announces, climbing into bed with me, sporting a watermelon face (thank you Daddy).
When I stumbled out of the bedroom, I encountered this:
As I hunch over my coffee, my son decides to assemble a puzzle Map of the World (shouldn’t a king should always remain acquainted with his territories)… singing aloud, with his usual perfect diction: “ANT-ARK-TICA!”
And, when my daughter decides All Is Not Right In Her World, who comforts her? [17 seconds of shaky videography but priceless soundtrack]
Doesn’t her position remind you Homer Simpson? In fact, this Bizzaro-World morning makes me *feel* like Homer Simpson, in the episode where he time travels with a toaster and lands in a parallel universe [51 seconds]:
Yet, as with all things, “This too shall pass.” Which is precisely WHY we celebrate the fleeting moments, even as they flee.