This afternoon, I was playing one-on-one basketball with my 10-year-old son Ben. Despite my 18 inch or so height advantage, Ben was holding his own.

At one point, young Ben headed to take the ball out. I glimpsed the back of his basketball warm up shirt. There on the back it read, “Paulsen.”

I smiled. That was my boy. My boy who was playing. My boy who was enjoying life. My boy who was spending time with me.

Seeing my name on my boy’s jersey. That made me smile.