Dear Max,

Upstairs at Uncle Franks house the world is quiet, besides the muffled party noise downstairs and the bark of an occasional dog in the distance. It’s your bedtime. You’re laying on my left between my arm and my ribs with your little paw on my chest. Your penguin pajamas are even keeping me warm – at least on one side – and your fluffy hair is nestled into my cheek. It’s pure magic. 

It’s simple. 

The simple moments are sometimes, many times the best. Our lives get so busy that we forget to enjoy these little moments. A meaningful hug, a smile, a warm handshake, a laugh – it’s all so simple.

The simplest things have the most meaning. Seek them out daily.

Love,

Dad