This is a common scene in my life right now. The shirt changes and the track changes and the length of train changes . . . the the hat + the hobby + the sounds all stay the same.
Sometimes I get tired of stepping over tracks. Sometimes I want to play something other than trains. Sometimes I’m tired of picking up the tracks.
But I’m always in awe of his tenacity and his creativity. I’m impressed by the way he constructs elaborate tracks, with sophisticated splits traveling throughout several rooms.
In the midst of the ordinariness of the moment, I strive to see the extraordinary. He is content. He is motivated. He is happy. So very happy.
And I am blessed.
Unhurried. Finding the magic in the middle of living. Capturing a life of ridiculous grace + raw stories.