I Like This Place

Super Bowl Sunday. So much anticipation. Regardless of which team wins the contest, multitudes of gatherings of sports fans have enjoyed the day, wherever they may have partied.

Then, there is my grandson Hayes, with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. He had a grand day, too. We gathered at our house in Franklin, played cards, ramped up music, and exchanged a lot of knock-knock jokes. Simple love is the best. Especially, when it is storge love – a natural and instinctive love among closest family.

It got better. We hiked to the nearby field by our home with our three dogs which soon became four. Owners chatted. Hayes kicked a soccer ball. The afternoon was sunny and bright. Quality time.

Upon return home, we feasted and played some more music. It became time for Hayes to go home before the game.

As he reached his mom’s car, Hayes said, “I like this place”, referring to our home. I like our place as well. It is a home instead of a house.

An appreciation of the little things sure does soften a family’s pain of a child’s dreadful disease. Our game day gathering may have been a simple episode but its testament is huge.

Cultivate a special place of joy and nurturing for those whom we love the most, and monsters will become irrelevant, at least for awhile.

Kindly,

Papa in Tennessee