Tonight I had the pleasure of watching Finding Neverland with my son Brian.
Oh wait. I have.
This movie about how James Mathew Barrie penned Peter Pan is interesting and lovely to watch. Although not completely true to life (the real life play debuted in 1904 and their dad died in 1907 and Sylvia, the mother died in 1910). Both died of cancer I believe. Still, the movie was enjoyable to watch as my son Brian challenged me to a game of chess on the coffee table.
Brian is at that age where boys are lost between boyhood and becoming a man. I can feel the beating clock of father time whenever he plops down on my lap to look at something I am reading. He is almost as big as me, and in the not to distant future he won’t be doing this anymore.
My baby will be completely gone.
Maybe I can just move in with him when he goes off to college.
Until next time-
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