Giraffes and Gazelles

So he put his hands down between his knees, shrugged his shoulders and smiled. The smile was a big one. An understanding one. It was unclear to him how it had happened to him. But it had.

His one boy was eating animal crackers two fistfuls at a time, reaching both hands into the bag and coming out with giraffes and gazelles between his fingers. The kid's personality and charisma were indescribable. He was untouchable.

His other boy had the smile and face of his father's. And a head full of mischief, despite his age. Acknowledging and then ignoring with a smile any correction (for safety or any other reason) that you offered. In his own way, he too was untouchable.  

Someone older and wiser had told him that the days go by slowly but the years rapidly. Someone else had told him that life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans.

Good advice to remember he thought. And so he stopped making any plans. He leaned his head back, shut his eyes tight, held his breath and tried to make time stop. So he could feel now forever.