The recognition of suffering and the possibility that we have a hand in its genesis or termination is the most basic human goodness

I kept little miss everything in the sun long past the efficacy of the SPF I dutifully applied before leaving the house.

As a result, Dees was sunburned. I have yet to find a worse or comparable feeling to that felt when your child is injured or ill. I was angry at the perpetrator, and he was me. Realizing exactly what happened (we stayed out past our usual 1-1.5 hour swimming sessions), resolving to burn into my mind the sight of my little girls back, and methodizing the effective defense mechanism, I can feel a little better in knowing we have met a gentle cruelty of nature and emerged only with permanent lessons and temporary redness.

I received this picture while at the memphis airport reeling from the news my flight would be delayed an 1 hour and 30 minutes.  

(In hindsight, I should have been grateful for the blessing it was only 90 minutes, and then maybe it wouldn't have turned into 4 hours.)  

While sitting in the corner at my pity party, I decided to think about my baby girl and boy and vowed to do as little preparing them for skin cancer while maximizing outdoor time as possible. 

I suspect my dear wife was planning on exercising grace at a different level than she ultimately did (I hurt the woman's child(ren)) but instead of telling me I should have put more sunscreen on, she let me feel it was okay to briefly feel it was not okay. 

She then recognized I was hurting a little too. 

I partied as a result of an upgrade (brought snacks back to first row of coach to chill with a yoga instructor I met). 

Basically emptied the snack basket and liquor cabinet. 

A little Baileys. Then waited almost 30 minutes after landing to deplane.  

This guy's shirt said "due to unfortunate circumstances I'm currently sober" and I wanted to take a picture with him. The next day I realized that all that was visible was "fortunate stances sober" which might contain some hidden meaning. 

This was around 3am. Longest DFW airport line (behind security) I've seen in my three decades as a traverler. 

Got out of the airport before 4, and home before 5. Long days and long nights. All part of the journey.