You: Drawing Dragons Day 161

I was thinking about you this weekend as I watched Wonder play his last baseball game of the season.

I’m pretty sure you would have hated it.

It was raining. It was cold. It was, quite honestly, very boring, unless you intensely care for this kid as much as we do.

And you did. You cared for him just like that.

If you were in town, you’d have come to his game. Drank a caffeine-free Diet Coke, and complained about how ridiculously cold it was.

You collected umbrellas, but I think it’s because you hated the rain. You’d rather be inside with a book or a movie or really, anything, as long as it was inside.

It’s these times I miss you.

When I’m doing something, and so clearly enjoying it when no reasonable person should. You weren’t sentimental. You’d call me crazy and sit beside me, giving me that same look that you gave him when he begged you to come outside one more time and finish the snowman with the snow that was so clearly ice and not packing-good; you humored him.

You humored me.

But it was more than that.

All those years, you looked at me with this not-so-subtle look of, girl, you are crazy I can’t believe you are gonna do that but if you really are, you got to do it in style, here’s an umbrella.

There’s more rain without you here.

And I feel like I don’t know as much as I did. Dragon bending down wings low

From this reference.

Keep creating,


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