Fly like an Eagle

When he was younger, and he wanted to go really fast, Asher would lean forward, extend his arms directly behind him, hands up, and dash forward, as if he were flying.

When you have children, you become accustomed to loss. Loss of those funny words they once said. Loss at the ways they used to walk or smile. Loss at giving them baths.

But sometimes, things have a funny way of coming back.

Once again, when he wants to go really fast, a just-two-year-old Asher leans forward, arms extended, hands towards the sky, and he dashes forward. So fast, his eagle wings almost make him fly. He is, for a moment, a jet plane. An airplane. He soars.

For a moment, we hold onto the now and store it forever.