We live in a world that sells happiness by the ounce and bills it by the hour. You can drop a fortune chasing thrills that vanish faster than a weekend in October. The richest moments are the ones that stick to your ribs and don’t cost a damn thing.
I spent the weekend with the ShepKids, and it reminded me how true today's quote really is. There isn't a price tag on watching your children laugh until they hiccup or seeing that little spark of pride when they tell you a story that matters to them. Those are the kind of returns that don’t fit on a balance sheet.
When I look back at my own childhood, it wasn’t the vacations or the shiny toys that stuck. It was riding shotgun with the Oldman on a Saturday morning, having breakfast at the diner counter or listening to him hum Gershwin under his breath. I didn’t know it then, but those were the richest moments of my life.
Now, I’m the one behind the wheel. Different car, same lesson. My job isn’t to give the ShepKids the world. It’s to give them a world they will want to remember. A walk to the zoo, Sunday breakfast, silly dad quotes or trips to Parky's for hotdogs.
Cheap pleasures. Long dividends. The kind of wealth that builds quietly and lasts a lifetime. Because when the noise of the world fades and the lights dim, what is left isn’t the stuff we bought, but the laughter we earned.
Last Monday in October as the moon glides through a waxing crescent. Trick or Treat at the end of the week and New Zealand versus Ireland at Soldier Field on Saturday.
Make Monday mo' betta.........
