Having Sex

Now that I have your attention,

Stephanie and I were talking last night about the life change we are about to experience when our second child arrives in a few weeks. We got out the chalk board and worked on changing from a double team defense to a man to man. Those of you with more than two children know that when you have three or more you have to go to a zone, and as my friend Phil who is father of three says, "They can beat the zone."

Anyway, during our conversation I experienced a moment of stepping outside my life and looking at it from another perspective. This is not the first time I've experienced this. Sometimes I stand in the street in front of my house and stare at the two cars in the garage, the mortgage and the family inside and wonder who lives there. Eventually the horns of oncoming traffic wake me from my trance or the nice officer escorts me back into my yard and asks me to kindly go inside and put on some pants.

I've never made specific plans for my life. I enjoy simply letting the adventure happen. Maybe that's why I'm a little bewildered by how it's turning out. Don't get me wrong, I'm extremely thankful. Good grief, I'm absolutely spoiled! It just seems like it sort of snuck up on me.

Or maybe I simply read too much fiction and watched too many movies growing up. British novelist David Lodge said, "Literature is mostly about having sex and not much about having children. Life is the other way around." Who knew?