Sunday, January 06, 2019 Adrian Wood Comments (0) I sit, this morning, in a noisy port. The chill of the morning is unfamiliar after days of warm sun. My family, at least most of them, are asleep. In one hour, we are to have eaten and be off the ship. I never was one for promptness. After four days of nothingness, I am content. No checking email and even bigger for me, no writing. I promised. Promised them, though not aloud, that I would ride the seas in the moments they occurred. And, I did. From my middle son, I learned the names of two new friends at school. From my oldest son, I saw his newly teenage face giggle in delight. From my daughter, I made space in my arms and held her hand more than I can remember since she was the youngest child. From my littlest, the boy who both amazes and frightens me, I saw a new person, a person who talks and requests things and has become an amazing listener even if he is still a rambunctious cowboy in spirit. From my husband, I witnessed an amazing dad and the funny boy that I started dating some twenty something years ago. And, from me? These people are all mine and despite our many flaws, I think we are the best sort of family.

Not perfect, but perfect in imperfection.