Saturday, May 23, 2015

families

I say, "The last time I saw your Daddy he was smaller than you."

And she's not astounded by that.



And I ask him, "How are you?"

And he asks, "What?"

And I ask again, "How are you?"

"I thought you were asking me how old I am."

No because that's okay because by the looks of those photos he's doing well no matter his age.



I ask them what they're gonna be when they grow up.
They both tell me. It's impressive.


Him, he smiles and she does too. They all smile in unison. Every last one of them.


He, he is my helper he tells me what to do.
His brother is all, "Are we done?"


She is the mother of all, and he is the greatest thing that ever happened to her past her three children.


She organizes worlds and she handled the logistics of the photos.
And she did, too.


They were a family when I was a kid, and now they are more than just one family. They are many.




Today I am grateful for expansions of people. Nice, fantastic, good people. They are.