A Day of Sweet Hours with Our Sons

"All our sweetest hours fly the fastest." Virgil, who figured this out more than 2,000 years ago.

Today began, quietly enough, with a prayer to the Holy Spirit. Two friends and I are praying a novena for a special intention close to our hearts. I have never prayed a novena with friends before and it was calming to know they were praying the same words for the same intention.

The rest of the day sped past. I took Gabriel to his appointment at the pediatric trauma unit, where a nurse removed the five staples in his scalp and declared him good to go - to the gym, to the swimming pool, to Spain. I discovered finding a parking spot at our local hospital takes more time than having staples removed from one's scalp.

After that I drove north to Morristown with Gabriel and Lucas,  who is packing for a weeklong trip to soccer goal-keeping camp in St. Petersburg, Florida. What I discovered there was that our 14 year old son is as frugal as his parents. He pointed out the cleats he had his eye on were pricey at the store we visited. We left with two sets of goal-keeping gloves he needed and  found the cleats later at a different sporting goods store for half the price!

Between the cleat-shopping stops, we went to my favorite farmer's market and loaded up on cheese, tomatoes and apples.

Gabriel has an iphone now, and so do I. As I was driving, he spent all those hours in the car today taking pictures through the windshield of the sky. Here is my effort, a photo taken at Wightman's Farms. 

"The soul can split the sky in two,

And let the face of God shine through."

Edna St. Vincent Millay