One thing at a time.

I realized the other day.
I am a grown up. (not "grown up")

When did that happen? When did I become the man behind the steering wheel with the window down and his hand touching the top of the window frame? Only my daddy could do that...he was a man...I was a boy...was.
When did the things you grow up hoping for start happening? The prayers you prayed for so long, God is answering.
Not sure when that happened.

I think the thing thing I like most about it, about the blessings that come with the responsibilities, is the little part where...I pull up to her house, it's been two days since I've seen her, and she comes out to greet me and then there half way across the lawn, her face concentrating on the ground beneath her she looks up to me smiling. It is gold.

We sing, we dance, we steal things.

Sometimes magic lies beneath the rock.


in the mud and sand.


and the coffee.


and we dance.