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.