Hannah and I ran some errands this evening. At the Riverview Library I found two nice, hardcover fly-fishing books for sale in the lobby. For a paltry quarter each they are mine. Leaving the library the sun had just sunk from sight. The sky is beautifully clear tonight. In the southeast a bright full moon is rising. Tomorrow is Good Friday and the first day of spring. My heart is quiet.
Kissing Kyle
This weekend it was a little like spring. I took a walk along the shores of the St. Joe River with my grandson, Kyle Kenneth. He has the sweetest little dark eyes and tiny soft lips. He’s my buddy. I even talked him into giving me a kiss. It was a happy moment.
No Attention
This morning I was looking at an old journal entry. Here is what it said;
“We are trying to teach Hope to sleep in her own bed. In April she will be five years old. She is used to sleeping with us. The other night we had her stay in her own bed in the girl’s room. She was not happy. She was crying so I went into her room and said; “Why are you crying, Hope?”
She said, ‘I don’t like sleeping in here. I don’t want to sleep in here. I don’t get any attention.'”
I know how she feels. I hate it when I don’t get any attention.
No matter what their age, paying attention to people is a powerful thing – it is a very powerful thing. Try it. People will love you for it.
The Father’s Voice
Sometimes you can be enjoying a beautiful, mundane afternoon and be plunged into a heart-rending crisis within a few seconds. That happened to us one quiet spring afternoon a few years ago. I was walking out across the yard enjoying the laughter and play-sounds of the children coming from the other side of the barn.
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I Give Up
I’ve always had trouble getting my oldest son Kyle to lay his hair down real conservative-like. Now it looks like it’s going to be one of those generational things. This is a picture of my grandson Kyle KENNETH Pierpont. Looks like he’s not going to make the Bob Jones catalog cover either.
You can see other cool pictures of Kyle and read his Dad’s stuff here. I am diggin’ on the striped shirt. Those things have been in since Opie Taylor.
Bus Ride Home
Gravel roads girdled the gentle hills of rural Licking County. I rode the bright yellow school bus that growled along them one fall afternoon. It was comfortably cool. The sun was going down the crisp blue, October sky. From my seat in the bus I watched the fields and forests pass. Wind stirred golden fields of corn drying for harvest. Bright sunlight glistened off blue farm ponds. Red and yellow Maples stirred up a love of and longing for beauty in me that has never been fully satisfied. [Read more…] about Bus Ride Home
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