Fireflies

I saw my first firefly tonight.

I am not sure why, but they make me think of my father. He and I have a lot in common, from ADD and "smarts", to a love for board games, and so much more. We share the same excitement about the Christmas season - and lightning bugs.

I hate bugs, and insects, and all things creepy-crawly. But there is something so magical about a field full of fireflies, flashing in the evening, right after the sun goes down. I like to go stand in the middle of them, and see them light up the world around me. It is beautiful.

My dad gets that, I think.

He went into the hospital tonight, because he got a crazy fever, and while he will be fine it was still super stressful. It reminds me of the complete & total fear I felt when he had his heart attack in 2007; which was the worst day of my life, I was so scared. Today was nothing like that - but it reminded me.

I hope that years from now, when he is gone and I am old, I can still walk into a field of fireflies and appreciate the beauty; feel the same magic from them that I did when I was young, and know that it was something that my dad also loved.