Evening Constitutional
Our family has a rhythm these days. We fit. The twists and turns of Jordan’s Journey don’t stop us from behaving like an ordinary family with ordinary highs and lows. Only once in awhile do I stop to reflect on gravity and uncertainty and cancer.
The Vincents Know How to Party
A few nights ago I stood outside my house in the backyard between the two windows of my children. I looked to the right to see Luc, squatting in his room over a textbook, fiddling with a rope in one hand and a pencil in the other. He scribbled the solution to a math problem between the non sequiturs of sailor’s knots and cat’s game. His wild platinum hair flashed brilliant in the fading light of the day.
To my left, Jordan gazed trancedly at her television, propped against a pillow on her bed. Her face was relaxed in leisure, lips curling up slightly to the side, her alabaster skin flickering bluish in the glow of the program. She is so content these days, so calm, so at peace and yet full of zest. (more…)
