Last night I was wrestling with hamburgers on the grill. They were big fat burgers, we always call “Love Burgers” (thanks Uncle Daley). I kept trying to flip them too soon so they wanted to fall apart.
Then, just as things started to take shape with my grilling efforts, I got distracted.
Alex was playing catch with thirteen year old Sandor in the yard and it was just about the cutest most wonderful thing I’ve ever seen. Alex is still pretty slow moving because of his surgery in October. But he was trying. Wearing a bulky catchers mitt, he gamely threw the ball at his son. Unfortunately, every fourth or fifth throw the dog got involved and snatched the ball our of the air, or chased it down before Sandor could get to it. Then there was a ridiculous chase scene that ended up as slobbery wrestling match.
Alex didn’t get annoyed or impatient. And when they were finished, Sandor walked past me and said, “that was awesome.”
I flipped the burgers again, looked up at the Lord and thanked him. Then I gave Alex a hug that he didn’t really understand. Standing there in his grubby jeans and old tee shirt he had no idea how much I loved him because he played baseball for a few minutes.
Men don’t seem to understand that the sexiest thing they can do is be a good dad. When they love their children and make them happy, women naturally find that not only desirable but smoking hot. It tells us we picked the right guy, our instincts were correct. And you know how much women like to be right.
It was a sweet moment until Sandor walked back out of the house. We were still hugging and Alex had his hand on my butt.
Sandor interrupted, “Hey there Mister, keep that hand north of the equator.”
“But I like the equator, it’s warm,” Alex replied.
“Noooo,” Sandor replied and disappeared back into the house as the Love Burgers burned up on the grill.