Sunday, January 25, 2015

People to be, places to go

He is rarely ever at rest.

Even when he's quiet (which is very, very rarely) his mind is at work, imagining, creating, designing, dreaming.

If I were to label my brood, Caleb would be the creative one.

The inventor.

But at the moment, he might disagree with me.

At the moment, he is a fighter pilot like Papa and Grandaddy, and this is the jet that will take him to far off places.

But he promises to be home in time for lunch.

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