In Week 15 of 52 Weeks of gratefulness I give thanks for hanging out with our boys.
Mom’s out of town.
She’s the fun one, always coming up with fun things to do.
I’m not great at that.
I don’t think in terms of, “Oh, that would be fun to do.”
I think in terms of accomplishing things, “It would be cool if X existed, to accomplish Y or if the boys were exposed to Z”.
So, I plan “fun”.
I know. Horrible.
So, I Google “fun things to do with young adults” and break out a spreadsheets to sort possible activities by distance and time required.
As I discuss the possibilities with our boys: hiking, miniature golf, fishing with Granddad, etc., Chris said, “I don’t care what we do. As long as I’m with y’all.”
(How did pepper get in my eyes?!)
They then conclude together, almost simultaneously, “Let’s get on Minecraft! We haven’t played with you in forever, Dad.”
And, for three hours that’s what we do.
My eldest son, Chris, takes note of the spawning point as I figure out how to get logged in, remarking, “I’ll help Dad get to the camp” because we’re playing survival and he knows I’m horrible at the game.
We talk. Challenges we face in the game spur a host of conversations about all sorts of things like ambitions, experiences, ideas and attitudes about life.
We laugh as we each die in the most ridiculous ways, mostly me (e.g. “brainflurry dies attempting to swim in lava.”)
Afterward, my youngest son, Roman, says, “I made an awesome soup the other day, can I make you some Dad?” and then proceeds to cook for us.
I couldn’t have asked for a better day.
And, I didn’t plan any of it.
Awesome things happen around awesome people, when you let it.
My kids are awesome. My wife is awesome.