I grateful this long day is done.
I am grateful for conference swag.
I am grateful for the unadulterated excitement my kids have for what most would consider pretty mundane things. I was in a car full of adults today, and we passed a truck pulling a trailer full of new cars. No one noticed or said anything. But if Farley were there, he would have lost it. His whole body would have tensed up, his arm would be straightened out and pointed squarely at that truck. He would have been screaming “big truck big truck one two three four FIVE CARS! with a giant grin on his face. Kids can be pretty intense in lots of ways, but that particular way is a really good one.