My life's work

This morning, the A-Train rolled into our bed at 6 a.m. wishing me a happy Father's Day. He brought with him a new-to-us Mercer Mayer book, "Just Me and My Dad." The A-Train was followed closely by his mom and the G-Man, who was hungry (as always) but not crying, which shows great restraint on his three-month-old part.

After reading the new book, we adjourned to the kitchen to make a true holiday weekend breakfast--eggs, bacon, juice, and muffins. The A-Train demonstrated his best manners, and he thanked me four or five times for making such a tasty breakfast. I basked in the warm glow of my family.

On a perfect day such as this one, I just want to thank all of the folks who made this possible. My beloved spouse. My brilliant sons. Our creator. My mom and dad, bless their little hearts. What the heck--all of my ancestors. Thanks to each and every one of you. I may not deserve this kind of bliss, but I will certainly relish it.

I do not think I needed a reminder, but I got it anyway. This morning, as much fun as it was, was spent on my life's most important task. Nothing is more important than spending quality time with my family.

Especially on a weekend. Most especially on Father's Day.