While Mother Nature's back was turned, someone adjusted the thermostat settings in these parts to make Sunday feel like a late April/early May day. I am jaded enough to know that "Springtime in January" will not last but smart enough to take full advantage of it while it was here.
Not every January Sunday affords me the chance to go for a run - at 7:30 am - in a short sleeve t-shirt and shorts while luxuriating in 60+ degree temperatures.
Not every January Sunday affords Sam and me the chance to have not one, not two, but three extended sessions of matinee Dingo in the back yard.
This past Sunday afforded me both of those chances. And neither was close to being the best part of the day.
Sunday evening brought Suzanne, Ryan, Maggie, and Cal to our house for dinner - as thankfully it does many more Sundays than not. Leo accompanied them, which was appropriate as we celebrated Sam I Am's 2nd birthday. It was nice for her to have a friend at the party. Maggie led us in two rounds of "Happy Birthday" to Sam and then helped Fats blow out the candle on her birthday cupcake.
As much fun as Sam's birthday party was - and it was a great time, I kid you not - the best part of my Sunday was what it is any Sunday I spend with Maggie and Cal: the time spent playing with the two of them. At one point, the three of us were playing a game that involves the two of them climbing all over Pop Pop (spoiler alert: most of the games I play with them are built around this central theme) and the two of them were laughing so hard that all I wanted to do was hug them as tightly as I could... as if holding the three of us together at that point in time would freeze it forever.
Spoiler alert: time did not freeze. Not too terribly long thereafter, I kissed them goodbye and watched them head home.
The moment, of course, did not last.
But the memory? It did. It shall. And I hope that it shall also serve as the foundation upon which countless others shall be built. For all three of us.
-AK
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