Today was a really great day—on the other side of life, and not on writing.
Dawn, Luke and Desmond’s birthdays are all between January and February, so we have all their birthday parties at once. That was today. We went to a place about a half hour’s drive away and had a huge party there for a few hours. Almost 80 people showed up. The kids freaking loved it. To be honest, I did, too. It was a perfect playground. Huge bouncy houses and obstacle courses and a twenty-foot slide and ping-pong and, just everything.
Then we came home and opened presents and spent the evening together doing whatever they wanted. And I just felt like a really good dad.
I don’t always feel like a really good dad. I mean, I try to be there for my kids as much as I can, especially when anything important is happening. But right now I’m so focused on my work, to provide the kind of life for them that I want to, that I know I’m not doing as much as I can to build my relationship with them. And it’s always something that’s just around the bend—something I’ll do very soon, as soon as I can spend the time.
I’m actually getting to the point in my life where I can spend the time. And it feels really good.