At The Cinema

At the cinema, sitting before us, three rows down, a handsome father seated his three young children - his obedient, quiet middle son, his mildly energetic baby girl, and, assisting him with booster seats, opening treats, and a sippy cup, his eldest daughter, about ten or eleven, by Joaquin's estimation. The lights have dimmed, the Coming Attractions have begun, and as I observe them, I can't help relating to my boys how it doesn't seem so long ago they were so little as we did the same. Where it was one bittersweet, it's now very satisfying and endearing to see other fathers, other families, doing so well, working so closely, loving so much.