Miles turned 10 Monday. Yes, 10. Everybody said time would fly.
They were right. I have tried to appreciate and enjoy every minute of the wild ride he’s put us on. From learning the lyrics to most of John Prine’s song to his first fox hunt last weekend to singing Promised Land in the Hill School Talent Show to an emergency 911 call in the middle of the night to the simple beauty of making breakfast while he reads yet another book, he’s been the joy of my life. All parents will tell you it will be different when you have a child, then you have one, and instantly, you understand.
We went without a costume/theme for his party this year. That took some pressure off. We had karaoke, the zip line and 52 people. Miles sang Piano Man and American Pie. Annie sang Patsy Cline and Billie Holiday. I butchered I’m on Fire by Springsteen. The zip line took another victim, a cut to the forehead…there is nothing to see, please step back, there is nothing to see…no hospital, the kid is fine, no lawsuits, please.
Less drama than two years ago when we sent one kid to the hospital. Read James Madison, a Zip Line and an Emergency Room.
Little action on the racecourse. Time to regroup.
Just finished Where Men Win Glory, by Jon Krakauer, Yes, I’m a bit behind on my reading list (I devoured Moneyball right before it). Wow, what a story. A wild, confounding, thought-provoking, heart-breaking story. Anybody up for being in Tempe, Arizona April 27 for Pat’s Run next year? Or one of the Tillman Honor Runs? Let’s make it happen.