A thanksgiving.



You have a lot to do and you are savoring your morning moment of peace, because they are so rare. You are looking for sustenance in a book, in a word, an encouragement from some old manuscript or forgotten text…and then a face, a familiar smile sidles up to you and pleads with his eyes, ‘just one moment’, ‘just a little, please?’. He hops on your crossed leg foot and starts the game without you and you cannot avoid him now. You have become a stallion, a bronco, a thoroughbred. He rides with ease and delight and as he giggles and bounces you too are smiling now, realizing this is the moment you needed. But the horse tires and you think it is enough, so the foot goes down and he climbs off only to stand at your feet and looking pleadingly up at you.

And as he looks up at you with those huge beautiful eyes you cannot help but be drawn back to him. You cannot help but reach down and pick him up and hold him in your arms. As you bend he mumbles ‘uhp, uhp’ and as you lift him gently he wraps his arms around you and you him. He clings to your neck like a warm towel and sets his head against your shoulders not desperately but settles like a sheet on a bed. Like it was what he was waiting for all day, all week. And as he rests against you and babbles his thoughts and dreams you feel the love coursing through him to you and you to him.

It is a splendid moment in time. One that if you would prolong you could, but he is off, new things to discover, new breakables to test and boundaries to push. Today will not be a whole lot different from yesterday but who knows. Today he could babble a little more clearly or understand climbing up something includes danger coming down, slowly or very fast. He will learn new things today but what was most important was to feel joy, to share that moment of peace and give away a little of that love that gurgles from deep within him.

Ride on oh Ben and please stop by anytime. And thank you.