Each boy gets exactly what he wants. Dad gets to read the sports page in his favorite chair, Archer gets to sit on Dad's lap and look out on the world. I am reminded of the gracefully written opening to The Brothers K by David James Duncan:
"Papa is in his easy chair, reading the Sunday sports page. I am lying across his lap. Later he will rise to his feet and the lap will divide into parts -- plaid shirt, brown leather belt, baggy tan trousers -- but for now the lap is one thing: a ground, a region, an earth..."
These boys are my joy, my frustration, my laughter, my wonder, my compromise, my truth, my stress, and my love. I'm feeling pretty good for an otherwise totally regular Friday morning.
"Papa is in his easy chair, reading the Sunday sports page. I am lying across his lap. Later he will rise to his feet and the lap will divide into parts -- plaid shirt, brown leather belt, baggy tan trousers -- but for now the lap is one thing: a ground, a region, an earth..."
These boys are my joy, my frustration, my laughter, my wonder, my compromise, my truth, my stress, and my love. I'm feeling pretty good for an otherwise totally regular Friday morning.
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