Sometimes, more often than it happens, we just need to get away.
Like to a gym with nets.
Without the little people.
So we can smack a volleyball around…
and reminisce about having body parts that ran faster, hit harder, jumped higher or heavens, jumped at all.
And we can high-five people our own age. And gimp to the restroom alone. We can eat a whole banana without sharing and expect to find the dried cherries still in the trailmix.
We can play.
Thank you, Jesus…we can play.
Then when the day be done, we can smile…
because, by golly, we’re still standing.
And ‘standing’, at this moment, counts for something.