10:51am
Saint Paul
Skreeeeek!
“That’s a howler monkey,” I said.
“Dad.”
Last night, my son and I pitched a tent and camped in the backyard.
“And that growl? I think that’s a wolf.”
“Dad!”
We had tried camping earlier in the week but the weather wasn’t cooperating.
Last night? Perfect.
The sun was going down.
We grabbed our books—Dog Man: Fetch-22 for Sam, Brand Barbarian for me—and settled into our sleeping bags to read until it was too dark to read.
Life’s too short—and my kids’ childhood even shorter—to not take advantage of these moments. Or to waste time doing work you don’t like.
I’m fortunate to write for a living. And I love marketing.
Some people like to write. Some don’t.
If you don’t like writing or marketing… or don’t have time for it… let’s talk.
“The wildlife really comes out at night, doesn’t it, Sam?”
“Dad. That’s just the dog.”