Happy with 40 year old me, never been to Disney, no flat screen, steak once a month, talk too much, too big, too loud, laughing too hard, at jokes I make. Grateful for expensive kids, who get kind of clumsy with words, but steal the room with a rushed in “just for you” hug. And they laugh so loud or quietly rearrange a thought…,they are like a practice dance troupe moving through a show…. And willing to clean a mess we probably made. Shorts nearly too short, but cozy, and hope for the future in spite of the past. Grateful for whispers heard not meant for me, God hears too you know? I’m grateful he knows all this and still chooses me. I always liked fishermen and carpenters