Standing on the ladder and kissing my son goodnight in his top bunk and he whispers I love you before he drifts off to sleep

Squeezing my son’s hand at the end of the driveway as the school bus approaches and he gives me a little wave from the window as it pulls away

Dangling my squealing son up in the air over my head and then burying my chin in his neck with tickles and he screams out Dadaaaaa at the top of his smiling lungs

Holding my wife in a long embrace in the kitchen in the quiet of the middle of the day with no kids around, with her head resting just beneath my chin and smelling her hair.

Those are the moments that I love

Those are the glimpses of eternity that I come back to

The times when all seems right

When I’m with my family

The ones I love the best

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