Shadow Hunter

I haven’t been on here much lately but I haven’t had much to say. No need in adding to the collective noise. I do have a cool picture to share though. Over the weekend Prima the Ballerina became the second child to learn how to ride a bike. Threeto took command by riding a horse and Lady Bug led stormy around like a true woman of action. I saw a photo that Mamaw posted and it made me think.


Every so often a day goes by and the children come home looking older, taller, and more independent. It is like the sun itself has moved in the sky and the children are casting a different shadow.
I looked at the picture again and took a second to appreciate the shadows. There is a story outlined on the ground. There is something beautiful about seeing something because of what is no longer there. In this case, what is absent is light but the idea is transferable. As I pass through life I hope I leave happy shadows.


Same picture, rotated.

Oh yeah I almost forgot. I had a near death experience. I was doing laundry and making different piles after taking clothes out of the dryer. I made a stack of underwear and took them to my wife to put away. She handed me a pair on top and said, “These are your daughter’s”.

Sweet Baby Jesus. I quit.

My shadow in that particular moment would be a huddled figure who was somewhere between cowering and dry heaving. All I can say is that it is a weird experience.

If you experience weird moments and strange shadows, this post is for you. You’re welcome.

-Underdaddy to the rescue.


  1. You know what? As much as we often realize how much they grew, it actually is the underwear that makes me realize HOW much they grew! I had an holy moly moment myself recently when I had to buy new ones for my little girl… soon she doesn’t want me to buy her panties anymore… I bet ya…

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