While sitting in the coffee shop this morning, still half asleep, I sipped my espresso and waited for the caffeine.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed a man walk in. Big guy. He carried a young boy, maybe 18 months old.
"Cute kid," I thought, recalling the days when the Bug was light as a feather.
The line this morning was long and slow. As I watched the bright-eyed boy, who was obviously comfortable in his dad's arms, he made eye contact and gently lowered his head onto his dad's chest.
Before I knew what happened, tears welled in my eyes. It was completely unexpected. Embarrassed, I scurried to regain composure.
Wasn't feeling particularly emotional this morning. Heck, I've actually been feeling pretty good lately. Perhaps, being half asleep, my defenses were not yet set.