Hoops with Joel

A basketball in my hands just feels right. I seem to just relax when I am handling one. And today, for maybe as long as half an hour, I relaxed long enough not to obsess over where life is taking us. And what's better? My 8-year-old blondie joined me in the shooting of the hoops. Joel and I spent time together, father and son, and it was wonderful. We shot basket after basket. We laughed and just enjoyed each other's company. And I was reminded of some of the things I miss when I am in "normal" life. How much time do I spend, just me and Joel? Is there anything more precious? Each of my sons is precious, and deserves my undivided attention all to himself. Now after a while, Joels' attention span was tapped, and he was done with basketball. But he wasn't done with me. He grabbed me by the hand and led me around to the front of our house and I was his, for whatever adventure he wanted to go on. It was a great reminder of how awesome it is to be a Dad, not just a preacher.