Ordinary

It is an ordinary summer evening.  I'm working on a project inside.  For once...the house is peaceful.  Through the kitchen window, I see Ezra and some neighborhood kids jumping on the trampoline. Their sounds of play cascade through the sliding glass door.  They sound like the morning birds, calling forth the dawn light.  The sound pleases me.

Just then, Ethan steps through the slider, off our newly built deck.  I had not known where he was.

"Dad, I've been sitting on the deck for a LOOOONG time."

He pauses, apparently lost in thought.  Then he looks me square in the eye.

"How can such an ordinary man, build such a great deck?"

Ordinary indeed...