We’re on vacation.
Anthony and Isabelle spent the whole day outside—beach, pool, sun. I stayed back this time. A little quiet, a little rest.
After dinner, the house settled.
And somehow, even after all that sun, Anthony still had energy for one more thing.
“Want to play DC?” he asked, holding the deck.
We sat across from each other. The familiar rhythm of the cards. Heroes, villains, combos.
He played well—sharp, thoughtful, quick. But I could see it.
The way he rubbed his eyes. The long blink before his turn.
He was exhausted.
And still, he didn’t get up. Didn’t say “I’m done” or “I’m tired.”
Because he didn’t want to end it.
He just wanted to hang out a little longer.
And maybe I did too.
There’s something quiet and powerful in that choice—to stay, even when you’re tired.
To share the moment, even when the day’s already full.
To show up—not because you have to, but because you want to.
Just one more round.
