Isaiah has a new love. It is an orange life preserver. This device allows him to launch himself off the end of the dock, plunge into brackish lake water, and then bob to the surface. It is the coolest thing ever to him. He is enjoying his swims in the tepid lake that my brother's house overlooks.
My brother, a former pastor, emt, microbiologist, nervously paces the shoreline whilst Isaiah is swimming. He anxiously calls, "You're too far out, come in a little!" Sometimes his words are jumbled and a bit confused, but his concern is evident. Isaiah turns and paddles towards us, and Kerry sighs in relief. In these lucid moments I thank him for his concern. He simply says; "I love him."
I love my brother.
About Me
- tomirose
- I'm a wife of a wonderful man, mom to three awesome children. I like to laugh, encourage, and I would love to write. I think community is a wonderful thing, and I'd like people to be less cynical about church, not THE church, but the institution that we call the church. I think soul patches, piercings and tattoos are kinda cool; attitudes are not. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about weird things.. like why I like the taste of bubblemint gum, but despise the taste of our youngest son's bubblemint flavored toothpaste, or if our older children have already met their future spouses, how amazing it is that I've been married to the same man for thirty-two years, and why dryer lint looks the way it does. I hate having cold feet, being too hot, and stubbing my pinkie toe. I like to read pretty much anything but angsty poetry, well no I lied..not about the angsty poetry, but I don't much like to read biographies either. Laundry is the bane of my existence, along with cleaning out the refrigerator, and just plain cleaning.
1 comment:
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