Sunday, June 24, 2012

A Lucky Guy

I love the way one daughter has to spend a few minutes outside, gazing at the black night sky, imagining distant places, before going to sleep at night.

I love the way one daughter dances across a stage, like it's the most important thing, the most crucial thing she could ever imagine doing.

And I love the way one daughter goes to bed at night with light in her eyes, riveted by expectations of glory and wonder in the day to come.

I'm a pretty lucky guy.  And I love the way that feels.