lifedoodling sketching between the lines of life

Riding Trains

I am sit­ting on the second floor of a metra train lea­ving Chi­cago to the ‘burbs to see friends. I’ve rid­den the train dozens of times all over the world, yet I feel oddly dif­fe­rent on this trip. It’s almost a giddy exci­te­ment of thrill and fear, like the first time you get on a roller coaster.

Then I rea­lize it’s not the exci­te­ment of me riding a train, but the thought of how ama­zingly exci­ted my boys would be if they were riding it. How it would be all new and dif­fe­rent to them. My oldest would want to unders­tand how it all wor­ked. My middle would imme­dia­tely equate it with Tho­mas the tank engine. My youn­gest would. Attempt to climb every sca­la­ble surface.

As a father of boys it is very easy to ima­gine and appre­ciate their exci­te­ment. This trip with us so far apart i think of them and how much they would love and enjoy it.

Don’t worry boys, we’ll go on one soon!