wood, paint, springs, and love

yesterday, i got a warm feeling inside.

we were driving out of brockman park when sam suddenly went

"eee.. look at the businessman in the playground."

so i looked, and i saw this little family of three in the park playing in the playground. the first thing that caught my attention was the mother rocking the little girl on one of those horses with springs underneath. you know them? yeah.

only she was rocking the thing really, really fast. it looked almost violent. and she was laughing. the little girl just sat there being thrown back and forth by the motion, and the mother continued laughing.

that amused me to no end.

there are two of those rocking horses in the playground, and the father was sitting at the other one, rocking back and forth like a child.

it made me smile; it made me happy. because there he was, still in his suit and tie from work, shamelessly squashed onto a rocking horse designed for a child thirty years younger, watching his wife and daughter laughing and playing, at the same time leaving all his adult concerns behind and just appreciating what God's given him.

i only saw the scene for a whole of maybe ten seconds. but it gave me a lovely feeling for the rest of the day because i knew that no matter what kind of crap life throws at you, coming home to people that love you, more importantly, to people that you love, will make you feel like it's all worth it.

and it's alright to let go. it's ok to have your pants above your ankles and look stupid and oversized on a wooden horse on springs; it's ok to have people passing by in cars laughing at you. because once in a while, someone will walk past, and it'll make them happy to see you happy.

funny how it works, ey?