Good times, Bad times

I go to the water park. A lot.

As in I recognize the lifeguards there.

And not just the pretty ones, but even some of the guys.

I'm there so much because as a stay-at-home dad with a three-year old, there's really not a better way to kill  spend some time with my son unless I want to be trapped in the house. Something about it being 90+ degrees with 90+ humidity makes me want to avoid the outside unless there is large amounts of water involved.

But today, with my wife and son out of town, I went to the water park by myself. Granted, there isn't a lot there for a guy in his mid early-30s, but people watching and a good book make an excellent way to pass the time.

I made my way to the kids area since that's where I'd be most likely to see any friends of mine, picked out an empty chair and proceeded to read.

Every now and again, I'd look up and while the people were different, the scene was the same. Parents laughing and playing with their kids.

Pure joy. (Not the dish washing detergent, the other kind.)

It got to the point I started watching the parents playing with their kids more than I spent reading.  It's rare, for me anyway, to see so much unbridled joy.

Then I came home to find out one of the Cubs' two best pitchers (who we need healthy so we can trade him) was injured.