It's late, well after midnight, another busy Friday over. I had the day off and spent it with my children, and five hours of it with my grandchildren. My married daughter brought us lunch. It was a good day.
I'm tired, but I'm at my office, posting blogs for the weekend. Two of the girls wanted to tag along, which is a thrill for me. They knew I would be working, so they brought books. Which is a thrill for me.
They sit quietly, engrossed in their reading, which, as a dad and as a reader, is like standing in the sunshine. One is reading Velocity by Dean Koontz, at my recommendation. It's an excellent story, and a departure from most of his other books. The other daughter has a stack of thin paperbacks from her shelf at the house. "What does s-a-r-c-a-s-t-i-c-a-l-l-y spell," she asked her sister. That is so cool.
Are we rich? Yes, honey, we are rich. I wouldn't trade being a dad for all the esses in Mississippi.
