Toes kicking through the sand, chasing gulls, and splashing in the surf, Aidan is content for hours as we are here now taking it all in–all of it. We don’t have swimsuits; we thought the chilly temps would keep us from swimming but have forgotten the nature of our son. Neither icy water nor lack of swim trunks keeps him dry. Kicking and splashing one moment, standing and staring the next, Aidan loves the water. He does yoga in the surf–downward facing dog and now crab; he is part of it all–the earth, the water, the sky.
[audio: prairie.mp3]A song that reminds me…
Watching Aidan, stretch up toward the sun his hair hanging wet, I confide to Chris that it’s during these blissful, accidental moments of our lives that I catch glimpses of the whole thing, as if from above, watching life unfold–past, present, future. Before that great lake with the whispering sand beneath my feet, the wonders of my family, my son, the love of my wife and best friend, I feel very small in it all–like a passing instant in the unfathomable span of eternity. What does this moment right here right now mean? Who will remember it? Big waters and still minds bring big questions… It overwhelms me… For now, I will settle for this beautiful day.