Chapter 14 - THE FIRST MORNING OF SPRING
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The transition from winter to spring in Illinois is never a gentle process; it is a battleground of melting ice, sudden rainstorms, and stubborn patches of snow fighting against the relentless warmth of March sunshine.
On the first official morning of spring, I woke up early, pulled on my favorite flannel shirt and work boots, and walked out to the backyard garden.
The soil was damp, rich, and smelling of life. The rosebushes we had pruned back to bare stems the previous autumn were already sprouting tiny, vibrant green shoots along their woody branches, preparing to burst into a riot of red and pink blooms come summer.
I grabbed my garden shears, kneeling down in the soft earth to clear away the last remnants of winter debris.
The gate at the side of the driveway clicked open.
Footsteps crunched softly across the gravel path. I looked up and saw Daniel walking toward the garden, carrying a tray with two steaming mugs of black coffee.
"Morning, Dad," Daniel called out cheerfully, stopping a few feet away and extending one of the mugs down toward me. "Thought you could use a caffeine boost before you wage war on the weeds."
I smiled, setting my shears aside and accepting the warm mug from his hands. "Thank you, Daniel. Nothing beats fresh coffee on a spring morning."
He crouched down beside me in the dirt, taking a sip from his own mug as he looked out over the awakening garden beds.
"Mom tells me you're finally planning that two-week fishing trip up to Lake Superior with Uncle Tom that you've been putting off for five years," Daniel noted, a playful glint in his eye.
"I am," I nodded, taking a sip of the rich coffee. "The fish up there are biting, and the corporate real estate market can survive fourteen days without my direct supervision."
"Don't worry, Captain," Daniel laughed, clapping me on the shoulder. "The office won't burn down. I've got the logistics locked down tight."
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I looked at my son—truly looked at him—seeing the strong, capable, humble man he had finally grown into. The arrogance was gone. The entitlement was buried. In their place stood a man worthy of the foundation I had spent a lifetime building.
"I know you do, son," I said softly, clinking my coffee mug against his. "I know you do."
