I love my kid; she keeps life light.
I was in the shower this morning, working on my eulogy (because that’s where I always work on my sermons, don’t you?). Arianna was obviously playing hide-and-seek with my brother-in-law, because just as I was reaching the second transition in the eulogy (and the conditioner), the bathroom door opened.
“Unca Jim, where are you? You in dare?”
I barely paused.
“Honey, Uncle Jim is, I assure you, not in the shower with me.”
And amid the laghter of my family, I went back to writing eulogies in my head.
Life goes on.