Piecing the Perfect Puzzle

Tiled Heart by Horia Varlan
Tiled Heart by Horia Varlan

My life has been a little fractured of late, but not necessarily in a bad way.  Just fractured in pieces.  Maybe that isn’t even the best way to describe it.  More like a puzzle, I guess, when you open it for the first time and the picture on the front turns out to be a hundred different pieces inside.  It’s not a bad thing, it’s just something you need to start working on.

So that has been my life as of late.  My wife and I, and our kids, are all very busy with projects and directions and life.  The four of us, going our separate ways for specific reasons.  We’re growing closer together, apart.  There are times when I wish the kids were six again, and the four of us would all sit on the floor as a family and play games.  Together.

I couldn’t be happier for the adults my kids have become, and their independence has meant Sandra and I have more opportunity to do some things we’ve always wanted to do.  Together.  And apart.  I wouldn’t change it for the world, except I wouldn’t mind a few more of those games we used to play.

I didn’t get that last night, but I did get dinner out.  Our individual projects and directions have borne some fruit, for all of us, and last night was an opportunity to celebrate.  For me, it wasn’t just a celebration of hard work realized as reward, though it was that too.  It was an opportunity for me to celebrate the four of us as a family, together.  Laughing, telling stories, sharing a meal and being together.

For a night our busy lives slowed down and we were able to put the pieces in place, together.

It was the greatest picture I’ve ever seen.

And the greatest gift.

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