Yes. A Measure of Comfort.
- Ethan's warmth nestled up next to me. Even at barely 13 pounds, he provides incredible warmth to me, inside and out.
- Fresh Salmon Sashimi. Melts in the mouth like butter. I fill up on most foods, but not sushi. I can eat my weight, your weight and the weight of the Scandinavian Army in sushi. Some say its a curse. I thinks its a gift; a very expensive gift.
- Slow dance with Tonya. We took dance lessons awhile back and the instructor was amazed (and perhaps even sympathetic) that our goal was not to dance better at a wedding, at a nightclub or on a cruise. We wanted to dance better on our patio on warm summer nights, wine and music flowing. Oh yeah.
- A job well done. I do several things I call jobs - some paying and some non-paying - and all of them provide a feeling of satisfaction when the objective has been met. Talk is cheap. Action...that leads to a conclusion, is priceless. And working hard at something makes me rest better.
- A job well done, part 2. As a Dad aka Step-dad of a 'tween, I am aware of the role we play in nurturing their confidence. That is especially critical for the self-esteem of blossoming young lady. I don't always do as well as I want in this department, but gosh it is awesome to be around to see Emily's face when she conquers a difficult task, brings home a stellar grade, cooks a masterpiece or scores a soccer goal. It brings me a smile just thinking about it.