This is a personal post, but not just because my bare fanny makes a broad daylight appearance. This is a personal post because when I watch the below compilation of home video clips, I see—I feel—where I come from and where I’m going. All at the same time.
Kind of like leaning into the ocean breeze with my best friend by my side, our feet cemented to the sand as dreams brushed over us and through the salty tangles in our hair.
Some people may know this as their heart’s center; here is a sliver of my own:
“God is happiest when his children are at play.” – Old Hardy Greaves, Bagger Vance