Happy Hump Day 🌿
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Every so often, life gives us these little gifts—moments that feel like a doorway back in time, a glimpse of the person we’ve loved and known in their fullness. Today, I caught a glimpse of the Old Ed—the man whose presence could light up a room without ever needing to say much, the man whose laugh carried warmth and whose eyes always seemed to hold a quiet strength. These glimpses are rare, fleeting, but they mean everything. Maybe it was the way he carried himself today, a spark of confidence that I hadn’t seen in a while. Maybe it was a small joke he cracked, or the familiar twinkle in his expression that made me feel, for a moment, like nothing had changed. It wasn’t the frailty or the quiet struggles that often shadow his days now—it was him, Ed, as I’ve always known him. And I can’t explain the comfort that brings. It’s like seeing the sun break through the clouds, reminding you that the light is still there, even if it sometimes hides behind storms. These glimpses remind me that no matter how much time changes us, the essence of who we are never fully disappears. I hold on to these moments because they’re more than just memories—they’re proof. Proof that the Old Ed is still here, woven into the present, even if life has slowed him down. Proof that love keeps him alive in ways that time cannot erase. So on this Wednesday, this ordinary “middle-of-the-week” day, I’m grateful for that flash of recognition, that feeling of being transported back to simpler times. Happy Hump Day, Dad. Thank you for showing me today that the Old Ed is still shining through. ✨
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