Best Day

Sometimes when you start feeling sorry for yourself (me) for missing life with your kids, it is humbling to hear about their experiences in life, especially with children of their own. I was greatly humbled this morning. Even though I miss my little ones, I do not want to keep my kids from experiencing life as an adult/parent. It is quite magical at times.

I received a text from my son, Jet, this morning. He and his wife, Dani, have a daughter, Juneau, who is a mere two years old.

Jet’s text:

Finally had a warm night to take June back in the woods behind our house where all the frogs are singing. We went back there at about 8 o’clock and stayed for an hour, and she was able to see some spring peepers with their throats inflated and singing very loudly.

I also found a medium-size snapping turtle that I was able to show her. When we got back at about 9:30 we had a little snack before bed and we were sitting out on the screen porch enjoying our snacks in complete darkness when June said, “best day.”

Never heard her say that before and we have no idea where she heard it, but it was quite a tearjerking moment.