Slightly brisk fall morning in my neck of the woods, but I'm not complaining. Today, blue skies and sunshine in the forecast and for the rest of the week as well.
Yesterday was a great day. My youngest son and I drove to the park to play a little basketball and then walked and slowly jogged around the track that's adjacent to the ball court. He just turned eleven and is improving each time we go and play basketball. Next year he's wanting to run cross country for his school, and I've no doubt he's got what it takes to be an asset to the team. He's never participated in organized sports, but I know he'll do just fine.
Later in the afternoon my grown daughter came over with two of the grandkids. They are a wild pair, brother and sister, running around, lured by childhood curiosity, but I wouldn't have them any other way. They are always on the go, as they should be, and I enjoyed sitting on the back deck watching them play, raising a ruckus and having fun doing it.
I suppose this post is more for me than you, dear reader. Just a gentle reminder of life's little blessings.
