I have now written 5 stories today that all are crap. Nothing I write is right, it all seems to frivolous, or just not appropriate. My two boys will be coming home soon from school. One tonight and the other next week. Home for the holidays. Never have I felt so lucky that I am able to enjoy seeing my boys grow up. Today I don’t care about all the buffoonery of adolescence, and cost of collage, I care that they are safe and happy. And that from time to time we can share each others life’s ups and downs. As I tried to write something related to boats and with a heavy heart regarding the total senseless crap that happened in Newtown I reflected back on some of the magical moments I have had with my boys out on the water. And for the first time in days, I smiled. Hopefully you will be able to do the same with your kids.