Today’s mass began with the congregation outside the church. By the time I reached my pew, somebody was in my spot — separating me from my young boy-friend.
It’s been a few weeks since we’ve seen eachother. In this short time, I can see that he’s grown some. No longer does he hold tightly to his mother’s leg. In fact, he actually wanders away on occaision.
Throughout the service I did my thing and he did his. Every now and again, one of us glanced over at the other to exchange a smile.
Timing is everything, and now is not the time for me and this young lad. Now is a time for him to learn and grow… and play.
I must admit that I’m enjoying watching him from afar and hearing of his little adventures almost as much as our little exchanges.
Sometimes, you must do what ever it takes in order to nab quality family time. Today, that meant heading off the the trampolines for a 2-hour session of jumping as soon as I’d finished my 20-mile long run. We had a blast but oh was I ever sore.