Eleven has just slipped by and the house is quiet on a Sunday evening. I haven’t felt down on Sunday night in ages. The sensation has been replaced by a feeling of transition into the week, nothing more. I ran earlier for the first time in a week and a half. As I told Diane, I had forgotten how much I missed it, even after only that long. To me, there is no more pure exertion–all I need are running shoes and a stretch of road or trail. I can think, I can pray, I can breathe in the night air and duck under tree limbs, feet pounding the pavement rhymically. Something about having the part of my mind that controls physical activity firmly occupied frees the part inclined to more abstract thought. Snippets of poetry, minor revelations, good ideas, trains of thought that would do well to be fleshed out into posts or more–all these rise to the surface of my mind like wheat separating from chaff in the wind. I’ve wished more than once I had a miniature tape recorder to remember things with, but that would still be cumbersome. The irony of the fact that good ideas come to me during the run is that I’ve not come up with a plausible solution for recording them. One day…<\/p>\n
Diane and Luke and I are learning each other, growing into a family, by His grace. We’re learning how to run a household, how to be each others’ advocates and true companions in every way. Luke is settling in, showing himself to be remarkably adaptable for his age, still very two but learning and growing so fast. Even after just the week we were gone on our honeymoon we were astonished at the changes in him. He is his parents’ greatest delight and challenge and we love him immensely.<\/p>\n
Our company Christmas party was held Friday night at the Piedmont Club, a rather posh executive club on the 19th floor of a downtown office building. On a chilly night, even for December, I wore my (only) suit with a red tie and Diane was lovely in a black dress with a white pattern she had purchased specially for the occasion. All in all, the event was fairly underwhelming, the major impression I derived from the evening was just my utter confidence in my wife. I was proud to have her by my side. She is breathtakingly beautiful, articulate, with well-formed and expressed opinions and a disarming openness in social situations such as that one. She was perfect. I, on the other hand, made a bit of a hash of dinner conversation by being more reserved than I was during the initial mingling time, but all in all it was good for both of us.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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