We just gorged ourselves on some amazing hamburgers. Cooked to perfection with smokey pepper bacon, cheddar cheese and the requisite Doritos and Coca-Cola. Now I’m siting in bed working on a short story. Becca is on the other side of the bed reading and the youngest two boys are between us looking through a Lego catalog and picking out what they want for their birthdays. Baseball is on the TV (a one-to-nothing barnburner of a game between the Dodgers and Mets). Colton, already starting with the my-family-isn’t-cool teenage attitude, opted to spend the night with a friend instead of this excitement.
I just want to remember this moment twenty years from now when we’re sitting at one of the boys’ houses eating burgers and playing with our grandchildren.