It’s messy…and that’s okay...
He was almost, no scratch that, he was downright
giddy.
I was tired, irritated and in a hurry.
He was ten again on the way to Disney.
“You have no idea how good it feels just to get out
of that place.” With each word he lifted his hands higher and higher. “I can’t
explain it, I just feel soooo great.”
“Yeah, it’s nice to get out—but that’s a nice place
you live in, Dad. They take good care of you, they’ve got lots of fun things to
do, it’s safe—”
He shook his head and lowered his chin to his chest.
“See, that right there. You coming against me like that, it makes me…it just
takes all the wind out of me.”
He looked out the passenger window and folded his
arms across his chest.