From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.”
Our new ritual. I go to bed and then Joey follows, Wade follows his daddy into the master bedroom and we all talk for 20 more minutes. As he talks, the volume of his deep, confident tones rises until the room and its walls can no longer hold the boy-man and I have to forfeit and say....
GO TO BED -
Still, we hang on each word and every moment, savoring it for the nights once childhood has ended and tomorrow robs us of our ritual.
I am ready for today to be over, but it is here I am thankful for the exuberant noise of adolescence. In the end, as my husband so wisely says, "We're together. That's all that matters."