I am grateful for a breakfast sandwich Julie made me this morning.
I am grateful for time spent with my lads in the backyard this morning. I was trying to wear them out on the trampoline, where we all wound up lying down eventually finding shapes in the clouds drifting by in the sky. I was aware even at the time that this was an idyllic parenting moment; the kind of thing I’d imagined before I had kids. I didn’t imagine the moments that weren’t as idyllic, that had occurred immediately before and then immediately after the trampoline, but that’s how it goes. I’ve learned that if you like experiencing extreme emotions, both positive and negative, and in rapid succession, then maybe having kids is for you.
I am grateful for a night out with Julie. My parents took the boys for the evening, and we saw a dance/theatre performance called Concussion. It was a bit out there, and it was great. I never know how I’ll like stuff like that; sometimes I do, and sometimes I don’t, and I rarely know what the difference is, but this one I did. The sound design on its own was phenomenal.