Little Choo Choo's

You know you're a dad when you are well on your way home from work or school and turn around and drive all the way back because you suddenly realize you've dropped your son's prized choo-choo in the parking lot. When you return, you are anxious with anticipation: Is it still there? Did it get run over? Then comes the cathartic "Heck Yeah!" when you find it unharmed. It's amazing the scope of emotions we can go through over a ten cent toy. Why? It doesn't mean much to me. BUT ... it does to someone we love. Some of the greatest feelings of accomplishment and failure I have ever experienced have come over how I have handled the little, seemingly insignificant things in life, work, relationships, etc. Attention to detail doesn't just show you are a "detail-oriented" person but that you are a "person-oriented" person. Where's that in our society today?

Row, Row, Row Your Boat

My son, Bishop is almost 18 months old. We just returned from seeing family in Tampa. Bishop got to play with his cousin, Micah - just a couple months younger than Bishop. It was a blessing to see those two interact. They gave kisses & hugs, danced, played toys, threw balls ... Seeing life through their eyes is refreshing. We adults grow rigid and boring. We get set in our ways and lack joy. Our schedules rule our lives and we hold on to financial worries and the toils of life ... but not these little guys. They live for RIGHT NOW! Period. Bishop has about 50 words in his speaking vocabulary. It grows larger every day. He's thrilled that he can sit in big people chairs and eat big people food, but I think us adults should also try to emulate their joy of life and lack of worry. God tells us to. Science tells us to. We do not have to lose our childhood joy as adults ... but it's a "use it or lose it" type thing. You better work your joy muscles.