Running in the Garden

One of my greatest joys in life is when I get home from work, open the front door and my kids come running down the hall and jump into my arms. It is sometimes accompanied by a yell from my son, “DAD!” and a scream from my daughter, “DADDY! DADDY! DADDY!” and then hugs which…

I’m Not Superman

May I try something?” I asked my 6 year-old son, gesturing for his soccer ball. He said, “Sure!” and kicked it over to me. I then lined myself up and swung my leg through it, connecting cleanly and knocking the ball into the far upper V of the goal about 25 yards away. My son’s…