Day closing, but the kids don’t have school tomorrow and they are in party mode, not in any way interested in closing the day of business.  I’ll give them a bit longer while I catch up on things here in the nook.  Journal page for day, thinking of the Nurse at dinner next to me hearing family stories.  My sister telling me about an old family and wine industry friend who passed a couple weeks ago.  Odd, as Dad I were just talking about him.

Nice man, definite Sonoma County fixture, lived a full life but still.  Time, it’s not forever.  Sipping a Pinot I bought recently with the Nurse, looking at the pictures of Emma and Henry from earlier at the field, and it hits me, I mean really fucking hits me – THIS ISN’T FOREVER.

They’re going to get older, bigger, not look at me the same way.  It’s already kind of happening with Emma.  Obviously not Henry, being three, and Jack for a 12 y/o is still quite dad-honed.  Whatever though, it’s time telling me that it’s coming, and it will find me, us.

Hear kids playing upstairs, sip Pinot, seeing EVERYTHING.