Whales and Dinosaurs

My little nephew Cashel (soon to be 6) was in town today. So we met up at the Museum of Natural History this morning at 10 am.

I haven’t seen him since August. It has been a bit … wrenching. I must say.

I sat, in the grey morning, reading, waiting for them to show.

Looked up. Saw Cashel and Maria (his mother) coming down the sidewalk. Cashel was already in a squirmy state of excitement – and when he saw me – he broke into a run. An excited run.

I jumped up and ran at him too.

To see him – his huge smile – as he ran at me – laughing hysterically – happily –

I have tears in my eyes. I love him so much.

I feel like the 3 of us must have walked 10 miles today – through the various exhibits in the museum. We looked at everything, we ate, we watched a movie about vertebrates.

Long conversations about whales, and dinosaurs, and meteorites, and the rain forests. Walking around and around and around, looking at everything, hanging out with my nephew.

It was beautiful.

But not as beautiful at the sight of him breaking into a run when he saw me.

Thank you, God.