Tonight I am sitting at my wife's school (The Abstracted Wife teaches art at an elementary school) on a cafeteria bench watching my wife hold my daughter. It is "pajama night" at the school. They are browsing the tables of "gifts" that kids could buy. Most range in price from 50 cents to 2 dollars. They're "shopping for a present for daddy" while I pretend not to watch. After they pick something out, I will take The Abstracted Daughter around the tables and let her choose a gift for Mommy.
I hang on to these moments. At work they're talking (very seriously) about layoffs. On TV, Presidential candidates vie for "most insane". Student loans choke me. The money we're saving for a down payment on a house takes a hit because I need work done on my truck. The holidays stress me. Trying to start my own company is a constant source of angst. My KC Star article is due Monday (the draft currently sucks) my weekly devotional is due for church (the draft currently does not exist) and on Sunday at church I get confirmed into Leadership Circle and lead the communion prayer (currently unwritten).
And yet, all of that noise is shattered like glass in this one perfect moment, watching my wife and daughter browse tables of trinkets.
There are a lot of things I admit I do not know. But what I do know is this: happiness and family are two different spellings of the same word.
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