One Day

Today as I was enjoying dinner with my parents I realized something: One day I will no longer be young. As burdensome as that may seem I honestly look forward to it. As we were eating our steaks, my father told me how he used to be a salesman at his dad’s clothing store in Colombia, and how good he was at it, too.

“One day I sold a black shoe and a purple shoe to the same lady,” he boasted. She walked out of the store thinking it was in style to wear different colored shoes.
My father the salesman, I had no idea. Ya think ya know somebody. I’m accustomed to referring to my dad as the machinist. When people ask me what he does, I shrug. All these years he’s had the same job and I’ve never quite understood what he does. I know it involves airplanes though.

The dinner was very pleasant. For the first time ever, I asked my dad if I could open up with a small prayer before we ate and he was very supportive. “Of course you can,” he said. Eyes closed and heads bowed we thanked the Lord for the unity of our family, for the food on the table, and asked Him to provide an enjoyable evening and a safe trip home. I believe our prayer was answered. The three of us were in high spirits, quietly chewing our food with a few updates of our week. Work this, school that, and can you believe the Marlins.

These are the types of things I look forward to sharing with my family in the future. I long for the day when my wife and kids and I can go places together, sharing laughs and prayers. And when the evening is approaching it’s dusk, we can drive home together as the pinks and crimsons of the sky reflect on our smiles.