I started writing this while sitting in Ned and Vicki's backyard on a cool Sunday morning.
On Saturday night Vicki and I got a chance to hang out in the hammock while the kids were swimming and talk about Ned and she laughed about him cursing trying to cut the branch off the palm tree, giving up and then trying again and doing it. She told me how she would surprise him by mowing the lawn in the backyard before he got home. Many times Ned, Vicki and Shaan would all climb into the hammock and play.
Later on Sunday morning, Shaan squatted by the palm tree and grimaced. Vicki quickly lifted him up onto the kid pottie stationed outside the sliding glass door to the bedroom and found a quiet corner for him where he made his first production there. We yelled over to Ned about it. I imagine Ned hanging out near the hammock and smiling, unable to respond in earthly ways but over there feeling proud of his son and of us.
Later on Sunday morning, Shaan squatted by the palm tree and grimaced. Vicki quickly lifted him up onto the kid pottie stationed outside the sliding glass door to the bedroom and found a quiet corner for him where he made his first production there. We yelled over to Ned about it. I imagine Ned hanging out near the hammock and smiling, unable to respond in earthly ways but over there feeling proud of his son and of us.
