A rare moment of pure stillness. The dogs are out on the porch napping. The Kid is asleep and my wife is out at the hardware store. A friend from work is coming over for dinner tonight with his wife and two kids. We need to have people over for "formal" dinner parties more often. It forces us to clean the house, or to at least make it look presentable.

Wow, was it fun to have The Pistol out for a visit. My absolute favorite moment was watching The Pistol and The Kid dance around the coffee shop to the piped in music. Neither one of them having any inhibitions and The Pistol with his shirt on inside out, I mean, he might as well have been one of The Kid's age appropriate playmates. It seemed in that moment that life had gone full circle for him and he had or maybe has recaptured the beauty of living life like a child.

Sometimes we feel that The Kid may be missing out on a lot by not living so close to all of her Grandparents. The idea of moving back has never died. Who knows what will come of where we live. Neither one of us ever thought we would live where we now do. I still sometimes ask myself "what am I doing here, how did we get here, what is this strange city."