When my daughter was getting out of school, her teacher told us the one thing she wanted to do when she got home was, “Take a nap.”
I gave her a piggyback ride a half block towards home and figured we would drive home.
We got in view of the car and the daughter wanted to walk home with me. My wife caught up with us as we rounded the corner onto our street and we raced the last two blocks. I don’t run too often and not as fast as I can, so the two blocks wiped me out.
It was still around 50 degrees and sunny, a glorious day to play outside, which is what my daughter wanted to do as the run had activated her energy.
I nodded off on the couch as she showed me some of her toys. I rallied and she went rummaging through the closet that has sports equipment. She really wanted to play volleyball which they just started in PE at school, but she settled on baseball when the best ball for volleyball was flat. But she grabbed a couple mini beach balls to try and play volleyball.
We each took a turn at bat as twilight embraced us and it became difficult to see the racquetball we were playing with. So we switched to volleyball until the floatiness of the beach ball was too frustrating and finished up with basketball.
I am grateful that I got to play outside with my daughter. I am grateful that she likes to play baseball and other sports.
I am grateful for the nice weather.
I am grateful for being present in moments, even if it means not getting a photograph.