The end of the day. Always a mystical time. Catching the beauty of the day's simple wonders, a smile from your wife, daughter and son. Seeing him and her grow into people, trying to build them into confident, caring, honest, good individuals. Sharing the pure joy of him/her when they run to you, arms open wide, seeing that joy and love in their faces, warmth of their faces against mine, feeling the trust of just being Pappa, knowing that I'd do anything in the universe to protect and love them, forever... until the end of time. Standing and watching the sun set over the water, feeling good about life, her hand in mine, feeling the softness of her palm, feeling the breeze through our hands as we held each other lightly. How does one appreciate such a moment and not take it for granted? Finding a sort of peace in the end of the busy day, with the setting of the star and the hopes for the upcoming day. Gotta Run... Kevin
