I have a new piece on the Huffington Post, The Story I Can’t Stop Telling. It’s a story which will be very familiar to anyone who’s read anything I write here.
And I really can’t stop telling it. While swimming this afternoon, Whit hopped in one end of the pool while I happened to be walking by. I watched him set out to swim the whole length, which he did, inelegantly but without stopping. I hadn’t told him I was watching, so I didn’t think he knew. But when he got to the other end, he hauled himself up by his still-narrow shoulders, water sluicing off his white back. I smiled at the back of his head and then was startled when he turned to look at – or maybe for – me. I gave him a thumbs up and a big smile and his grin in return was incandescent. He still wants to know I’m watching him.
I know these days are numbered, and the drumbeat sound of their passage deafens me. The sweetness overwhelms me and makes me cry. And all I know how to do is to pay close attention, to watch and listen and love deeply, and then to write it all down.
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