I was born to do tricks.
She said it at 8:50 Friday night, when it was past tucking in time. “Look, I should be in the Olympics!” When I wanted her to quiet down. She was stretching her legs long, touching the top of the bunk. I started to sigh. But her words hit me. Six words she said explain childhood so well: I was born to do tricks.
…”Look, Mama! Look! I wrote it”
…Come look at this picture I drew!
…”See I added green sprinkles!”
Shooting hoops! (while he was singing “Try, try and try again. Your gonna get it right every now and then…the fun is in the trying. ~ from Boz the Bear)
The world is so full
Of a number of things,
I’m sure we should all
Be as happy as kings. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson
(Counting gifts of childhood 2459-2469). Plus…
2470. Getting away.
2471. Pimento cheese.
2472. Green anole posing in the hydrangea bush.
2473. Everybody working and playing in the yard together.
2474. Time with a friend.
2475. Our 16th wedding anniversary this week!
Joshua 1:9 from Sunday’s sermon… Haven’t I commanded you? Strength! Courage! Don’t be timid; don’t get discouraged. God, your God, is with you every step you take.