On a trip to Target, I needed to pick up a prescription, so I sent my three boys off to look at the new Star Wars merchandise. A few minutes later, with Rx in hand, I started strolling toward the StarWarsapalooza aisle.
Half the store away, I could hear their banter. Not entirely disruptive. Not being bad. Just happy. Happy and loud. Teasing each other. Being playful. Interacting supremely silly. Being kids.
Sure, they were a little beyond the norms. Sure, they were a bit energized. A tad wild? Just a small tad and maybe just an indication that I need to work on further control, but they were happy. Genuinely happy and that’s something really good, no matter the volume.