Antique Daddy has been in a bit of a blue funk for a few days, which is extremely rare for him. That is one of the many things that I love about him — he is a ship on an even keel whereas I am a kayak easily given to spazzing out and flipping over and over and looking ridiculous.
After dinner we stood in the kitchen and I hugged him and asked him if he was still sad.
Sean overheard this from across the room. He stopped foraging through his box of Leggos and asked in a worried voice, “Daddy, are you sad?”
Antique Daddy deftly deflected and said, “No Sean, I’m not sad. Are you sad?”
Sean said, “No, I’m happy. I have my life here.”
Oh that it might always be so!
Antique Daddy and I looked at each other and sighed. When I grow up, I want to be as wise as a three-year-old.
Contentment. There is no greater blessing.