Out the door ahead of schedule and arriving early.  Success.  I have to credit Jack and Emma for their allied approach this early Saturday rise.  Henry too, agreeable.  I learn from them and their global stress void.  Why can’t I be more like them, I ask myself, interrogating myself over and over driving to Mark West.  I even remember asking myself, “Dude, it’s so easy… just stop caring and enjoy your day, EVERY day… study the kids more, mimic their manuscript.” Trying…

Watching Jack play as much as I could but Henry demanding my attention and here-and-there…. Love it.  Honestly, it’s addictive, to watch their priorities and focuses materialize and become requests of me, like I have some magic to make something happen.  I guess I do, according to them.. “Daddy, can we play not he playground?” Emma asked.  Of course I never tell her no and walked her and her mini-human brother to the barked box where the slide nd bridge and climb-y things are.  To them, that’s magic, that I was there.

After the game and driving home Jack asked what the plan for the week, their Spring Break, was.