We have a big weekend coming up. Friends of ours are coming through Cincinnati and we get to see them. (He played baseball with Ken Griffey Jr.) (Actually against him.) (In high school). We thought we'd try to grab dinner and go to a park with all of our kids but instead, they are coming here for dinner and staying with us. So we are trying to figure out where to put everyone, what to eat that is kid friendly and easy and all I really want to think about is after the kids go to bed, what the adults will get to talk about.
This guy is a friend of Sean's from UC. He is a guy who I think highly of and who I am so grateful for. Had it not been for this guy and a handful of others, I wonder where Sean would be. They were a group of guys that loved Sean and cared about him without an agenda. Even though I don't know some of these guys well, they are so important to me because they are such a huge part of who Sean is today. So thanks Scott, Steve, Drew, Dave, Ted, Rick, Tyler, Erik, Kolia and so many others.
I am impatient. I do NOT like to wait. (Although compared to my grandpa-in-law, Sean and one of Sean's college roommates, I probably do better than I think.)
Waiting is so hard. For kids, little is harder than waiting for your birthday, for next Christmas, for summer vacation. For adults, the great job, meeting their spouse, or for some, summer vacation.
But I am realizing today that waiting for only a couple days stinks. Whether it is waiting for my oldest son to come home from Grandmas, for Sean to get home from work or whatever else grabs my mind and won't let go. So I must practice waiting today. When each phone call jolts me and seems to give life to the moment I will wait. When every few minutes seem impossibly slow, I guess I'll wait. When each hour that ticks feels like last week,