For twenty-two minutes this morning, I was eleven-years-old again. My cousin and his wife, who are visiting, made us Cap'n Crunch french toast for breakfast. In an effort to corral their bustling, nearly three-year-old son I opened YouTube and asked him to sit down and watch an '80s Transformers episode with me. The combination of eating that most brilliant concoction and watching A Decepticon Raider in King Arthur's Court transported me back to the distant past much like Starscream and company in that very episode. Who would have known that their visit marked the beginning of a new Saturday morning tradition?
It's a sad fact of life that two hearts that were once so intertwined can grow so far apart. Such is the case for my brother and his wife who are planning to separate. They have only been married for four short years, but recently she has come to the realization that they are incompatible. He says he didn't see this coming and is devastated. I think an extremely small chance for reconciliation exists but that is not the likely forecast. My heart aches for both of them and my mind reaches back four years ago to that afternoon on the Maui coast when the current state of affairs was the furthest thing from their young and blissful minds. I love you both and hope against all odds that this situation can be rectified. Even if it can't, my only wish is that you both find the love again that you once held for each other.
