Last night as she was getting ready for bath time, Abby Kate turns to me and says, “Daddy, I’m going to throw water on you!”

I was like, “No! Please don’t! I’ll get all wet!”

After going back and forth like this for a while, she then said, “Okay. I’ll just wait until you’re really old and then you won’t be able to stop me.”

I’m now slightly disturbed at the thought of my “old folks home” years being lived in fear that my daughter is going to douse me with water and then, when I tell everyone the truth, she’ll deny it, making me look like an insane old geezer.

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I want to remember the look of total joy on Joshua’s face when he’s playing ball. It doesn’t matter if it’s baseball, football, soccer, frisbee, a “real game” or just practice, the boy is most alive when he’s playing sports. I’m praying his competitive desire will be channeled properly in the long run. It took me a long time to learn that lesson.

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I want to remember the smallness of Jackson’s voice, especially when he prays. I love the way he closes his prayers; he takes the two statements “thank you most of all for Jesus” and “in Jesus’ name we pray, Amen” and combines them into one sentence: “Thank you most of all for Jesus name, Amen.” It’s great.