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.