Sunday August 11th, 2013

The exercise:

Write about: a vision of the future.

After a fairly quiet and relaxing day off, Kat and I brought Max with us to a potluck dinner with some friends just south of Oliver this evening. Much good food was eaten, much good times were had.

Back to the garden tomorrow.

Mine:

There were several other families at the dinner tonight, each with at least one child with them. I think the total was eight kids (not including Max), and I'm pretty sure it worked out evenly - four boys, four girls.

The youngest was around two years old, the eldest maybe eight. When they weren't eating (which was only briefly) or jumping on the trampoline (which was often), they were pretty much running around constantly.

There were tears, there was laughter, there was a whole lot of getting into things they weren't supposed to be getting into.

During all this Max was sitting in mine or Katherine's lap, other than a brief visit with one of the other mothers at the table. He ate his dinner, he smiled a lot, he babbled for a while. It was nice.

But it was hard, with evidence aplenty, to avoid thinking about where all this is headed one day...