Alex runs down the hallway and tries to play his harmonica with each wobbly foot fall of his canter…I pretend to follow him with exaggerated footsteps and proclaim my pursuit and clap my hands for added affect…he screams in laughter and tries with all his might to run faster – I laugh with him. I catch him at a corner and lift him to the air…he holds on to me as we spin and gently fall to the floor…and when we finally lay flat he rests and presses his head into my chest and for a moment we are still. It’s just a moment…but in that precious space we strengthen our bond and I whisper to him…hold on to me little one and know that you are never alone – I am your Father and I love you dearly…I kiss the top of his head and he looks up. He looks up past me with his big smile and points to the Christmas tree with his harmonica, “Lights!” he says matter-of-factually…roles off me and obliges me with his sly cheeky grin to continue chasing him…and of course I do. As we play, run and chase, and read books under a blanket…we are happy and spirited and content…and I think, also, understanding the full weight of our good fortune.
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Lawrence Lewis
“Maybe Christmas, the Grinch thought, doesn’t come from a store.” – Dr. Seuss
About Lawrence Lewis
I do a number of things professionally...but most of all and the true purpose of what I do through "my work" is to provide for my family, be a good husband and great father, and try to make a difference as a world citizen...I guess it's not much more complicated than that 🙂