You know what? I'm tired of having nothing good to say.
I love my wife, my kids, and my life. If only I was left alone.
My wife is good. She has the patience that I don't have. She has the forgiveness that I lack. She has the way of seeing things as always working out in the end--that infuriates me sometimes!
My kids are wonderful. Natalie is extremely smart and compassionate. Like me, she has an ear for music and a way of making connections between otherwise separate things (what Mortimer J. Adler called Syntopical thinking).
Mark is stubborn--like one of his parents (but I'll not name names)--but generous, strong, and--in his own odd way--, downright brilliant.
Robbie--well, he's only 20 months old, so I can't brag about much except that he's overall a really great kid who seems to have a knack for figuring out things--especially the things that we don't want him to figure out (e.g. how to turn door knobs or pull chairs across the room in order to reach something).
If I could secede and live with only those close to me, then I would be perfectly happy and this blog would be terribly boring.