“Calm down, bro! It’s P.E. not the olympics.” – Noah’s shirt
I’m spending the MLK holiday at my parents. Last night, I gathered with mom and dad, sisters, my nieces and nephews. Chinese food, NFC playoffs and a spirited game of Sequence. There is something about family and the MLK holiday that just works. Thanksgiving and Christmas are bogged down with celebratory details, turkey and trees. MLK eve requires no extensive preparation or executed traditions. It just happens. It makes for one of the easier holidays.
After good nights were dispersed, the house lulled into a dreamy state. Seven year old Grace arrived in my room promptly after lights out with the declaration, ‘I didn’t feel comfortable sleeping on the floor.” She climbed into my bed for some colorful exchange of bedtime stories. She’s quite the storyteller.
In the middle of night, I was startled awake by Grace touching my nose and saying, ‘hi!‘ If I’m going to be awaken in the middle of the night, a little girl’s friendly greeting is the best method.
I’m fulfilled in what I do. I never thought that a lot of money or fine clothes – the finer things of life – would make you happy. My concept of happiness is to be filled in a spiritual sense. – Coretta Scott King