There is nothing that can parallel the joy my children bring me. Sure, there are times where my wife and I feel the stress of the little motors running non-stop, but it’s good great. One of my favorite things we’ve been doing lately is painting. The reason is simple: everything is perfect. When they splash a line through the face of the circle and nose I draw my ‘adult’ instinct is to say, “NO!!” but wait…it’s exactly as it was supposed to be. And better yet, there’s more paper.

For some reason I expect everything in my life to come out as I imagined it. When it doesn’t look exactly like what I’m thought it should/would be then I consider it a failure, rather that what it is or what it was meant to be. Not realizing that it’s just one event, one moment, one decision in a long line (hopefully) of decisions and paintings to make in the future.