Yesterday, I got up early and went for a 6-mile run in the neighborhood. As I left the house, it was still dark. I ran down Belmont Boulevard to David Lipscomb University, through campus, then back up Granny White Pike/12th Avenue and home. Great fall morning for a run.
As I came in the front door of our house, I head the pitter-patter of little feet upstairs. J.P. ran to the top of the staircase and yelled down, "Daddy, how was your run?" "Good!" I responded. I heard him run back into our bedroom, where he shouted, "Momma, I just talked to Daddy. He had a good run!"
I smiled all the way to work.
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