I was asked a question last night, a question I’m sure I’ve been asked before but as I labored under the hot afternoon sun today mowing my lawn I had time to reflect on the question, and my answer. The question proposed to me by a man I respect and admire, my boss, yes my boss, a good Lutheran himself.
“When was the happiest time in your life?”…………………
Well, I have been blessed for sure. I had a lot of fun in my teenage years and probably too much fun in my early twenties! Then there was this girl, as there always is, the one before my ex-wife. Gorgeous, fun, caring, with a smile that would light up the world. I’ve had a lot of nice things, nice cars and trucks, a motorcycle, a house and once a beautiful family with a wife and two kids. I’ve been a lot places seen a lot of nice things but when was I the happiest? It didn’t take long, not as long as it took me to write this paragraph. The time when I was the happiest was just a few days ago, just before Wyatt went back to his mother’s. Wyatt and I traveled for several days, saw Thomas the Tank Engine stopped at an amusement park on a whim, visited my parents, Sister and my nephew. We must of drove 1,200 miles in 6 days and the time Wyatt and I shared, the long miles across corn field states, rain and blistering sun were times I’ll remember for ever and I know Wyatt will too! And I bet when Wyatt comes home in a few days, the happiest times will begin again. The bond between my son and I is priceless and to see that big grin on his face for whatever reason makes me happy. The happiest I have ever been.