I was called out to the office the other evening to make a few scans. I had originally thought we had another tee ball game but go figure, I was wrong again. Schedules and dates have never been my strong suit. PCG recently relocated due to the risk of flooding in our area, and when we arrived to the office, my daughter’s eyes lit up with excitement.

This is your new work?! Wow! That’s an amazing blue line, Dad!

The office space we are currently in was previously an office supply retail outlet. In other words, a huge ass open building. I wasn’t sure what in the world she was talking about at first glance, but then I noticed that on our weathered and scratched floor there was a single line of blue tiles amongst thousands of white tiles. You’re probably wondering ‘Why the hell is this guy talking about some blue line?’ – the reason is simple: children’s way of finding something extraordinary in a seemingly ‘ugly’ world is astounding. It’s why they rock and we try to rock.

Playing with bubbles, cutting paper, flying a kite, reading a book, building a fort, taking a swim, eating ice-cream, putting on mom’s jewelry (for Bell, that is)…these are all things my children love. I wish I loved anything as much as they love EVERYTHING (well, almost everything).