It's Raining Sharks: Time Well Spent

I have a confession to make.

I love the Sharknado movies.  It's true.  Yes, the acting is terrible.  The special effects are laughable. The storyline is absurd.  It's campy, stupid, silly and outrageous.  And I can't wait for Wednesday night when the next one is broadcast.

I have an even bigger confession to make.

It's not really about the movie.  It's about Noah. It's about time spent with my son.

Noah loves these movies, and I love hearing him laugh.  I love watching him have a good time, and I love having a good time with him.  I love the way we laugh so hard we start hyperventilating and snorting.  I love that we have something special, just the two of us, something we don't share with anyone else in the family.  Sharknado time is our time.

These are the times when Noah opens up and tells me things he wouldn't normally share. He pauses the movie to share something with me, ask me a question, or just ponder life together.  Later, we repeat lines to each other and can replay entire scenes. My prayer is this is what he will remember when he becomes a dad, that I was silly with him, that I wanted to spend time with him doing nonsense things, because these are the things he enjoys.  My hope is that he will remember to be silly and do nonsense things with his children.  On that note, though.... Is it nonsense when the purpose of spending time together is served?  

These are the moments our children will remember.  These are the moments we cherish as their parents.

Thank you, Sharknado, for blessing me with time with my son.