From upstairs, I can overhear Tommy in the basement. The rhythmic pound of his energetic treadmill run, as Disney music creates a magical ambience. One moment, “Let’s go fly a kite, up to the highest height…Let’s go fly a kite, and send it soaring…” is clearly heard, and moments later, “It’s a Small World, after all..” The usual assortment of his favourite tunes bringing that joyous smile to his face as he trains, undeterred, as though The First Fastest Runner in the World medal indeed awaits him  But the true reward is the unbridled joy of the moment, and the movement, and the exhilaration of simply being excited to be alive!And then, I overhear Tommy loudly, and oh so happily exclaim,
“Mom calls to me “Go, Tommy, Go!!!”

And I instantly know that every single time I have cheered for him, with pride, from the sidelines, camera in hand, he has heard me. And known how much he is loved.

And I smile. And decide that I should share it.

And I’m thankful that Tommy’s friends will know why my heart is bursting with pride. And that they’ll be glad I shared 

And then, after typing all this, I hear Peter, singing along with wreckless abandon in the basement, “M-I-C-K-E-Y…M-O-U-S-E!!!”

And I know that Tommy has the best dad in the whole wide world.