I love a fire!
I'll pick up a stick and poke it forever, lost in thought, staring in the flames.
In a previous life, Sarah was forbidden from doing "manly" thinks like building fires.
She blew that world up and started over.
Taking great pride in her pyromania, she'll yank your arm off if you mess with her fire.
One of my arms is about half and inch longer than the other now.
Che meanders out, grabs a Marsh Mellow starts cooking.
It's a magnificent day!
A round yellow sun blazes in the deep blue, cloudless skies of a 63 degree day, and I am so happy to simply be here, with my wife and our 4 year old daughter, roasting Marsh Mellows over an open fire.
Heaven can't possibly have anything better than this!
Wanting a selfie with Sarah, I whip out my phone and snap photos.
Sarah has one of the greatest faces of all time commanding a thousand different smiles, each hinting at whatever's going on inside.
Cassidy, our 14 year old, makes one of her rare excursions out of her room for something to eat, careful to carry her phone so the teacher can see she's actively enjoying the benefits of COVID public school learning where, unless you're in private school or a charter institution, every child is losing a year of education.
Nothing changes in Savannah, Georgia where we live.
Spying us, we're shocked as Cass actually walks outside under a full sun while maintaining her vampire countenance!
Using her free hand, she grabs my phone taking one last picture of Sarah and me.
Later, scrolling through the images, my wife and I are quiet.
"I look like I have cancer," I sigh.
"It's your glasses," Sarah deadpans.
We take a selfie without my glasses on and, well, I look like I have cancer.
"It's not the cancer," Sarah plows ahead, "you're less than two weeks out still recovering from another surgery."
"That may well be," I say, "but we look awful."
"Tired," Sarah agrees. "Look at the bags under my eyes!"
There's no time to rest as Sarah cooks supper, Cass disappears again into her room, Che snuggles beside me on the sofa and we watch "The Rescuers" on Disney.
Around 9ish, Sarah closes her laptop signifying the end of work, leans back on the sofa beside me, and yawns.
Handing her the remote, she flips to one of our shows, and sighs, "I don't care which picture you post."
"They're all awful," we laugh.
So here's our best selfie from yesterday, carefully considered, cropped and colored.
I deleted the rest.
Sarah and I are both hoping it's a start.
We’re in a hurry to get rid of all the bad things, hold on tightly to the things we love and realize how few other things there are left to manage.
