nothing simple about this flag

Monday afternoon the soccer teams practiced on the turf. There was just the right amount of sunshine, warmth and breeze to qualify it as a beautiful fall afternoon. My favorite kind of day, in my favorite season, watching my favorite teams. So much to be thankful for and to enjoy. The flags were unfurled and waving perfectly, and as I watched them dance in the wind I thought about Bill. His love for this place. For the students. For the flag. For his family. For the Lord. Seeing a simple flag stirred the pot. Missing him feels fresh once again. It will ease, and at an unexpected time down the road something else will stir it. It's the price of loving deeply. A price I gladly pay.