There have been rumblings about my nephew Noah’s intentions to treat me to a trip to the movies as a way of thanking me for letting him work beside me at my construction site. Man of Steel was Noah’s choice and so we made it a date. I have never been much of a Superman fan, but I have been approaching my interactions with the people in my world with an openness to celebrating what they celebrate, in their fashion. Noah obviously chose Man of Steel with me in mind, and I was not about to argue.
Having coffee together is one of the things my family does best. We made a trip to Starbucks before the movie, and were treated to a rare miracle of nature. A gigantic, injured moth had landed on one of the tables outside. Noah is a curious, critter loving boy. I found our discovery to be providential. Our walk back to the theater afforded me ample time to hear Noah’s best recap of why moths have the markings they do. His mind is like a recall machine.
After the movie, Noah looked at me and said “that was like the best movie I’ve ever seen. The Avengers was my favorite movie before, but now it’s this one.” I found the movie to be excellent as well. The character development was done very well, and the supporting cast was packed with Oscar winners. In any case, if Noah loved it that much, then I did too. Joy fosters joy in those around us.
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