One rather nice thing about family-break times, like the one we had just last week, is how I get the chance to really see my children anew. It doesn’t matter if we stay home, though I do tend to view them differently when they’re back-dropped by a different scene, or within different walls. I too, am running ambling at a different pace, so I actually hear more of their chatter. It’s as if my senses have awakened to them, and I notice how they’ve grown and changed. They’re taller. Their language has matured, too. I get a better sense of their new interests, as the subjects crest in conversations, and in deed.
not to hold up the line any further, I sunk my butt into the hole of the tire, and followed, spinning at the onset, and making most of the lightning-fast run down the hill backwards. I think I was too shocked to scream much.