the perfect age

remember when you were a kid? everything kicked ass. the sketchier memories seem like the more important ones because you only have pieces of them -- playing with a grandparent that passed on before you were older, staying up late during a sleepover with friends or swimming in the hotel pool on vacation.

it occurs to me that this is also the best time for the parents. the kids aren't old enough to judge, or to be impacted harshly by the realities of the world.

simple things like leaves turning and pinecones, a single scoop of ice cream or a balloon mean the very world to you. and all there is to have is love.

the holidays are kicking in and rather than give a shit about the stress, dysfunction and bullshit, i am going to focus on having a simple blast with daughter, wife and family. game on.