By the time I hit the slide, the heady feeling I’d had in the tree was changing into the heady realization that Bryce and I were alone.
Alone! My heart was positively racing as I held the kite out to him.
But before he could take it, Champ nudged me from behind and I could feel his cold, wet nose against my skin.
Against my skin?! I grabbed my jeans in back, and that’s when I realized the seat of my pants was ripped wide open.
Bryce laughed a little nervous laugh, so I could tell he knew, and for once mine were the cheeks that were beet red.
He took his kite and ran off, leaving me to inspect the damage.
I did eventually get over the embarrassment of my jeans, but I never got over the view.
I kept thinking of what it felt like to be up so high in that tree. I wanted to see it, to feel it, again. And again.
It wasn’t long before I wasn’t afraid of being up so high and found the spot that became my spot.
I could sit there for hours, just looking out at the world.
Sunsets were amazing. Some days they’d be purple and pink, some days they’d be a blazing orange, setting fire to clouds across the horizon.
It was on a day like that when my father’s notion of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts moved from my head to my heart.
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