Watching Max grow

My great-nephew, Max, is a working his way toward his second birthday this summer.  For twenty years there have been no babies in our immediate family, so we are fascinated by him as if we are creatures from another planet who have never seen a toddler before.  He charms us effortlessly and we are delighted by the smallest gesture of affection that we receive from him.  In about one month, he will be joined by a sibling, a sister already named Maggie.  But until she arrives and I am doubly under the spell of these tiny ones, I’ll be chasing around the little guy who wears these black Chuck’s…

Thinking…

At times, life feels something like this photo of an oft-used telephone pole…depending where we are in our journey, we post a bill telling the world that something or someone is important to us, but then later it gets removed, or maybe stapled over in favor of a new thing.  All those lonely staples, they represent whatever mattered enough at the moment, right?  This sounds harsh, perhaps, but I don’t mean it that way.  There is a sadness to it, I suppose.  But it seems to be the way of life, always searching for what is worthy of putting on marquee for all of the world to see. 

And that would be my philosophical musing for today.