Three Little Birds

Dear Izzy, Max, and Kate,

You played in the leaves at Nana and Papaw’s house on Sunday. Took turns on the rope swing in the backyard. Watched several deer sneak into the yard, and then run away, flashing white against the oranges and reds of the trees and ground.

Max, you helped Papaw with the leaf blower and with the rake. You carried bags of leaves to the truck. And then rode in the back out to the street to unload them.

You’re a working boy.

Izzy, you made “recipes” and we played basketball in the driveway together. And Kate, you in your not so gentle way, reminded Nana that you are now “Katherine Ann” and no longer “Baby Kate.” While we get a kick out of laughing at your insistence, I’m sorry to tell you that you will always be “Baby Kate.”

After lunch we rode in the back of Papaw’s truck around the block in search of more deer. It was the first time you had ridden in the back of truck. Even Nana sat in the back with us. But Kate, you sat inside the cab with Papaw. Always the Diva.

It was an ordinary Sunday.

The kind we’ll remember forever.

I’ve learned to appreciate days like that.

No matter what life holds for you, never forget the simple days, when we played in the leaves and you pushed each other on rope swings in your Grandparents backyard. Always love each other. And hold tight to the sweet simple memories.

I love you,

– Daddy

I thought of this song on Sunday as I watched you play. Come back to this letter and remember when life seems hopeless.


Sat: Rode 21 miles / Swam 1500

Sun: none

Mon: Ran 30 minutes

Tues: Swam 500