Culturally Irrelevant

When you’re 32 and up to your ears in grown-up stuff, nothing beats Chuck E. Cheese for dinner followed by a backyard campout with a 4 year old. Honestly, as a parent I still have those what-the-heck-were-we-thinking moments, but eating hot, gooey s’mores under millions of stars, playing softball in the dark and listening to your kid talk about his day and philosophize about boogers…completely worth it! And yes, that’s Jack’s sippy cup in my cup holder. Not the cold Killians that would have been there 5 years ago, but I’ll take a sippy cup any day.

After having finished Young’s The Shack, I’m thinking about that bird on the window sill that chooses not to fly. I didn’t have a deep conversation with Jack Friday night, but we had a good time exploring the backyard for crickets, making shadow puppets on the ceiling of the tent and talking about his friends at school.