I love Sundays. Early church with family and friends. Family lunch
afterwards. A few chores around the house. Playing with the kids. Dinner
together. Early pajama-time for the kids while we wind down and prepare
for the week ahead.
It is a great way to begin each week.
I hear, I forget. I see, I remember. I do, I understand.
– African proverb.
This weekend is the ROT Rally in Austin. My office sits right on highway 183, a main passageway to the hill country. For the past two days, about every 60 seconds I can hear a Harley go by. It’s slowly eating at me. I turned in my ride a few years ago when my oldest daughter was born. I don’t think about it much anymore, but the last couple of days have been a bit painful. Anna and I were both huge Harley fans “back in the day.” Now we wouldn’t think of both riding together on one for fear of “the worst” happening and leaving our little girls behind. In the meantime, I’ll settle for crawling around on the ground with my little crumb-crunchers.