What really matters? A spoonful of water in a hot bath

After staying with Ariel, Dan and Jenny and their kids for a couple of days in SF, I feel like I have a deeper appreciation for what really matters. Its not the glitz or dollars. What really matters at the end of the day is having a warm comfortable place to come home to. Put another way, its the family, stupid.

I watched Amber, Ariel’s daughter have a baby bath today with her mom and grandma taking turns pouring cupfuls of water on her as she squealed in delight. Now that’s happiness . . .

Someone remind me to install a jacuzzi in my mansion . . . make that two, one for the mansion and one for the stretch . . . :)