July 16, 2019 had been a vigorous day. We greeted our two grandsons for a day of good times and good food. They were six and almost nine.
“Almost” is relevant since my spouse, an artist, spent several hours offering poster designs for his 9th, Star Wars themed birthday party.
Star Wars dates back to 1977, the year we met, dated and married. I was “semi-conscious” during the film on one of our early dates. She loved it.
It was getting late for the grandsons that day. After dinner, before bed, it was my job in front of my spouse and his older brother to guide the younger as he read. To that point I had never seen him read and he was unable to do so.
He chose a book about an elephant’s concern over his inability to dance. Then he began to read. It was a cute book and he was doing beautifully. A tear came to my eye. This little guy I had known since infancy had taken his first step toward learning. It was an unexpected moment of pure joy. Aren’t these moments offered up by God what we live for?
Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey 