Dino Bones

Maybe I chose a poor time to write, but in many ways this morning is very telling of my life these days. Elena is minutes from leaving to go set up at an event down the street and Salem is still sleeping. It's peaceful among the anticipation of today's event. 

Sometimes Salem and I play made up games together, and I wanted to remember them. One of them is called Speed Juice, and it's probably the funniest of all. We found a little red car that says the words 'Speed Juice' on the side, either a Hotwheels or Matchbox toy. Salem thinks it's a riot when I pretend to take a sip from the car and suddenly feel a burst of energy (not unlike a Red Bull commercial from forever ago). "Speed Juice! Yyyeeeaaahhhh!". 

His favorite game is probably Dino Bones in any form. He loves dinosaurs, my gosh does he ever. You can just say the word dinosaur and his face will light up. The love for dinosaurs is something that seems to lead to other interests as well, and I'm constantly on the lookout for what's next. We bury toy bones in the sand box and he likes to excavate them with a little shovel and sifter. It's painfully cute. On long beach walks near our property up north, Salem likes to find strange looking pieces of driftwood and collect them as leg bones and rib cages from a t-rex or triceratops. 

I love the way he loves his triceratops. It was one of the first dinosaur words he could say, he just called him 'tops'. Uncle Ari gave him a really cool triceratops recently, and I think that makes about 15 total for his collection. 

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What have I been up to? We just got back from a few weeks road trip and suddenly I'm pumped to get back on the road again. I have a pretty laidback summer presenting itself for me, one that should give me plenty of time to spend with my number one dude. I deleted my Facebook, or at least erased the app. An old friend upset me and I don't want to make myself available to being upset by old friends over issues on the news. Heck, an election is due for next year. I'll be better off without it.

South Dakota.. we're going west again. I once visited a place called Medicine Wheel with my wife. She was my girlfriend at that time, yet it was a burgeoning love. Somehow visiting this place made tons of sense to both of us and our path together. It was one of many magical places we've seen together which have always shown us that we're part of a greater path.

Just like that. The famous words, "I'm not not starting to panic" are uttered by my wife, and time is growing closer to her deadline. She's supposed to be at the event prepared and set up in twenty minutes, but she hasn't even left the house yet. I love it. It's beautiful chaos that she wears so well. My won will start rustling around in his bed soon. That's my time to sneak in a morning cuddle. I don't care if those take all morning.