Twas a fine day and when I got home from work tonight I went to Jay and Sara's to pick up Andy who was hanging out there. We got to chatting and Jack ended up coming over also. He came inside and was excited to see Nacho. He played with her face, her ears, cuddled her a bit and whatever else. The boy is a dog whisperer. After a few minutes he says "Nacho, let's form a conga line". My goodness, always good for a laugh. The back story, I walked in and checked on him one day while he was watching AFV clips on Netflix. There was a video that played of a family that was doing a conga line and suddenly their dog (looked like it could have been a great dane) jumps up runs to the back of the line, stands up and joins the conga line. It was really quite funny and we laughed pretty good. It sparked an instant love of the conga line for Jack who apparently assumed that all dogs dance the conga. Nacho did not opt to join Jack in dancing the conga.
During our nightly routine or as we were preparing to read scriptures anyway, Andy was playing with his little Nerf sword thing. He pulled two chairs out of the kitchen, sat the Nerf blade across the chairs, stepped back and performed a very dramatic kick that sent the sword flying up in the air and behind him. It was spectacular. Natty wanted to get it on video so he set it all back up, stepped back to the wall, dramatically walked forward and with a big sweeping kick completely missed the sword and ended up straddling it. We had a good laugh at that and I am quite happy to report that Andy enjoyed a great laugh at that as well. He tends not to laugh at himself at all and gets very upset when he does something silly that makes others laugh. I was happy to see this change and hope it is a sign of things to come as he continues to grow and mature. Such a good boy and such a fantastic kicker. Did I mention how good he is around swords?
In my visit with Jay and Sara, the congo line one, Sara shared with me a conversation she had with Natty who told her that I was her hero. Sara said she was very sincere and shared how neat it was. It's kind of a humbling thing to hear that. When we were hanging out in the kitchen while I made some dinner Natty decided to share those thoughts with me directly. I mentioned humbling, I think that is the best way for me to describe it. I know how weak I am. I know that I fall short in so many areas and how I wish I was able to do more and to be a better father. Having her tell me I am her hero and to talk about why, humbling.
I am grateful for conga lines, dramatic sword kicks and kitchen conversations about heroes. I am grateful for my beautiful children, my greatest friends whom I love so very much.
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