Today was the last day of my drain-system project across the street from my family home. It has been exciting for my three nephews to have a construction zone to visit, and good for my heart to have the surprise of a little person underfoot at any given time. I am far less likely to curse when there might be angels hovering near-by.
Yesterday my youngest nephew, Luke, asked if he could have a scrap piece of plywood from the job. “You can have it,” I told him, “but you have to take it right now.” “I’ll go ask my mom,” he said. Two minutes later Luke was once again in the drive way, this time with a hand truck and his older brother Nate. Noah, the oldest brother and my dependable assistant, followed my direction when I asked him to let the pair struggle to find answers to their transporting questions on their own. If the boys really want something, they can work-out how to achieve it.
This morning Luke once again appeared at the top of the driveway. This time he had a two foot by four foot sheet of plywood balanced on his head. He wanted to show me the artistry which had resulted as a result of my donation to his creative genius the day before. After a brief explanation of the work’s composition, he once again teetered the scrap-wood-turned-priceless-representation-of-artistic-expression onto his head, and walked back home.
As a way of saying “thank you,” Noah will be treating me to the 11:20 showing of Man of Steel tomorrow. If I were a father, I would be proud to have Noah as my son. I am a proud uncle nonetheless, and thankful for the opportunity to have time with my family’s future.
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