The Holder of All Stuff

On a November morning that felt more like it belonged in May, my family got up early for a 5K run in a neighboring suburb. I went along, not to run the race but to drive the runners there, hold the jackets and other things as they ran, and drive everyone back home again after it was over.

I didn’t mind it, of course, because these are the type of things I’ll only wish I could do for them in a few years’ time. It’s building family memories, which I can carry around with me for the rest of my days. This is the sort of thing that makes me feel very essential as a parent. And–as an added bonus–I got to drink all the free coffee I wanted. I certainly had a lot to be thankful for this morning.

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