Spring like weather.
Had a catch with Madison.
Had a catch with Reese.
Beth threw for the first time in 8 weeks.
Madison and Reese beat me in soccer 10 to 1 (the one goal they let me score was a pity goal).
Slow cooked ribs for dinner.
“And I think to myself . . . (sing to yourself what comes next) . . . oh yeah!”
Sounds like a wonderfuly day!
Doesn’t get any better, does it? Unless, of course, the kids say, “Daddy, take us to Guitar Center and let us watch you play the Taylors!!!” And of course, Beth pitches some cash your way to purchase ……
No, I was dreaming. It doesn’t get any better than what you did with your family yesterday.
During church Sunday morning, I had my arm around my boy and my hand on my wife’s shoulder. We were all worshiping together and I had that same thought. It just doesn’t get any better than that.
What a wonderful world, brother.
How about if the kids say, “Dad, let us buy the Les Paul for you.”
Good to hear Beth is off the “I.R.”