|The view toward south buoy just a mere few days ago...|
You heard me.
Seriously. Vastly. Unfathomable.
I know, I use that word a lot. But, I mean it. There are things in this world I just can't wrap my brain around. And one of them is how quickly my life with my children is passing.
I want to slow it down, but there are things you can't hold onto.
Well, really, there is nothing you can hold on to.
According to Mirriam-Webster, a fathom is a unit of measure used especially to determine the depth of water. Maybe that's what I'm doing there -- in the water -- all the time. I'm trying to grasp hold of a concept I won't ever be able to hold onto.
It was "just the other day" we came home with him. A little bundle of brilliance in a blue and pink striped cap. He was uncharted territory. He was trouble. He was bliss. He's been heartache. He's been a lesson in strength and patience, and bottomless, chest-busting love. But, honestly, it's all just a blur.
|This is him. My bigger blur.|
There will be SAT's and driving permits. Maybe there will even be girls. Certainly, there will be more heartache and more love. And all of it will be unfathomable.
So, I'm off in my bathingsuit and towel, where else, but to swim.
Fall means less open water and more chlorine, less wide expanse and more treading.
But there I'll go anyway, in my endless effort to wade in and grasp
what I never can.