It had been a long day, with a few jarred hearts and some soul-bruising.
His young frame filled the doorway. (When did that happen?)
“Wanna play this game with me? I think it might help things… you know?” He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, waiting.
“Yes. I can do that. Let’s.”
He laid out the board, set up the stack of cards, and rolled the dice. I took a deep breath and waited as he drew a card from the deck: “What do you dream for your future?”
His gaze drifted out the study’s bay window, over the fields towards the woods, as he opened up his heart to things new to the light… and me.
My turn led to the query: “Have you felt scared today?” I paused…and then tentatively peeled back my own heart.
Thirty minutes of reciprocating, talking, reaching out, being vulnerable, bandaged up the days’ wounds, weaving in the day’s unraveled threads. Authentic, genuine connecting, retunes a relationship; a wise time investment.
For these relationships that weave through our days are not game, but the essence of reality.
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