Monday, June 21, 2010


            Over the weekend I went sailing with a few buddies. It was Michelle’s birthday gift to me to let me leave for the whole weekend, and we’d coordinated my mother being in town just for the occasion.
            Out on the open sea with my friends I couldn’t help but smile into the sun and be thankful. A little space, just after the birth of my son, was so restful to my spirit.
            That first night out my friends all raised a glass and said, “Cheers! Here’s to Ephie, and his family. We wish him the best in his move and new life.”
            When I got home I was exhausted, but energized. I was eager to be a father and husband to the best of my ability. What a shock when I realized, with my mother and sister-in-law leaving, so left my freedom. I stayed home, now that I’m not working, and tended to Celia all day.
            I chased her around, fed her, changed her, played with her, and wasn’t able to do a single thing for myself. I was starting to feel tired again, after one day.
            When we sat down at dinner I said, “I think I’ll have a beer.”
            Michelle nodded. It had already felt like a long day, and we’d cancelled having friends come over just so that we could have some down time. I sat at the table quietly with Michelle and Celia, when Celia raised her cup full of water and said, “Cheers!”
            I stared at her in shock. When did she learn that?
            Michelle and I instinctively raised our glasses and clinked them with Celia’s. “Cheers!” we said with smiles.
            Celia grinned. I shook my head. Who knows where she learned to do that, but it certainly picked up my mood. My daughter, celebrating the moment with us. What could be better than that?

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