So this little guy is my nephew. We had fun with family in Montana, just hanging out, my parents, my brother and his wife and their little Jonathon, and our crew, of course. We played games and joked, trying to reach for each other, with our own brand of soap slippery hands not always succeeding, but glad to try. Children's voices like fingernails on chalkboard, scratching at us to be known as well.

After they left, we went to Yellowstone with our extra day and were blessed to see the geyser, just when we'd given up hope of it. We stood there, shivering, hunched over, yet leaping up with the water and steam.

Then we come back to our everyday grind, some of it more grinding than anticipated. We find ourselves with even more demands upon us and fewer ties than we remembered. We wonder why and what to do next.

We want to value family, even when we frustrate each other, to serve, even while waiting, to be heard, even while muzzled by our own inadequacies, and seen, even in the dark.
And that's life under the sun.