Sarah's birthday today. We went to go eat at Lambert's cafe, home of throwed rolls.
After the gifts and the ice cream cake Max and I were out in the grassy area in front of the rv. He would grab the ball and run away looking back over his shoulder and squealing. I would chase him and he would tuck the ball and just ruuuuun, squealing all the way. Tremendous fun. I thought briefly about how much fun it would be to be able to re-experience that time as a child and be aware of just how much fun and how precious these moments are. Then I realized that would spoil it. As a kid your job is just to experience the fun. I am the one who gets to realize just how precious the time is and just how much fun we were having. Being a dad is pretty darn cool.