A Small Thing

Sitting at our son's table this weekend, a good meal completed, I noticed him filling the pepper shaker. His father fills ours. I don't always notice father in son, but in this very small thing, I saw his father instantly. I am grateful that, although not always obvious, there are many things peppering Second Son's  life that proclaim he is his father's son. Most go unnoticed because they are, simply put, so much of what they both just are. But I took note of the moment, and it has stayed with me.