Sadie's thanks

It came out of the clear blue.

My wife, Roxy, told me to go to Facebook and see what she wrote.

It’s been over a day and I still haven’t been able to reply. The lump in my throat and tears in my eyes make my mind go numb and no words will come.

Because this is big. Better than my book being a New York Times Best Seller.

So here, in this space, little by little I’ve pecked away. One letter at a time—deleting most, and keeping 

some—to try and say, what I’m feeling today.

Thanks, won’t cut it. It’s too small.

Because, accomplishments measured by ladders climbed or medals won or letters tacked to the back of a name don’t matter at all, when placed side by side to something like this.

But to know, that going for a bike ride, untangling a fishing line, sitting on the sidewalk and drawing with chalk…or doing nothing at all, but spending time, are the things that make a difference—the things that stand tall.

I’m overwhelmed.

Sad for all the times I missed.

Humbled that God allows the honor of this.

The thing is…the great things, the eternal things, the important things, are the things, we all can do.