Today is Cowboy Day. It also is, “So hot your back sweats day,” too. But I digress.
I stood outside my son’s elementary school, in the sun (I don’t do well in the sun), watching adorable second graders march outside in their best cowboy garb. They bubbled with excitement. Second graders are good at bubbling. I only wish I had their energy.
Their little voices made a sweet cacophony. Then the chatter was broken with a familiar voice, “THAT’S MY DAD!”
My youngest, a boy who has shown me the true meaning of overcoming obstacles, was grinning from ear to ear. He had seen me before I had seen him. It was a moment of joy I can’t quite explain.
I stood next to a PLS workout friend whose older daughter has been valiantly been fighting leukemia. I thought of David and Sheila Wilbanks who were preparing for their son’s funeral.
As I watched my son dance joyfully with his partner, salty water flowed down my cheek. It might have been sweat. It might have been something else.
I’ll never tell.