Picking my teenage son up from confirmation class, I let him know that I needed to make a quick stop at the grocery store.  I needed to pick up a newspaper (I am old and I like my news non-electronic and a minimum of twelve hours old) and ingredients for breakfast smoothies (yes, I have become that guy, that breakfast smoothie type guy).

Walking through the store, our errand could not have taken longer than fifteen minutes.  In that short amount of time, I witnessed my teenage son practically bouncing around the store.  It was as if his soul wanted to burst forth and shout, “Hey, world!” To be honest, it was sort of worrisome.  Worrisome until I remembered that I was like that.  Teen energy bounding forth.  I smiled.  Everything was just as it should be.

Bounce on, my dear son.  Bounce on.