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