It’s 11:35pm and I’m driving over to my brother’s tonight
to pick up a couple of movies I needed to return by midnight.
(”Hot Shots” and “Hot Shots Part Deux” if you must know)
((They are hysterical – I love this kind of humor !!))

Now I don’t know why, but I started to think of things
that made me happy (you should try this sometime).
What prompted it was thinking how lucky I was
to have a son who for no apparent reason
will run over to me and kiss my leg
(that’s as high as he can reach for now)
and give me a hug.
No matter what I might be feeling prior to this event,
all time stops and every problem in the world melts away.
A little lump forms in my throat, sometimes a tear in my eye;
and I’m overcome by love both for him and from him.
For a moment it’s as if the love of God is reaching out
through those little arms – holding me; and holding me together.

I hope he never gets too “grown up”
to stop giving me those hugs,
those kisses &
“I love you Dad” s…

I love you, Christopher…

~Dad