I Don't Feel Like a Rant

I was about half-way through my rant just now...and I don't mind saying, it was a good one. Completely justified, spot-on in nearly every way and I was about ready to reach my crescendo, when I look over at Collin laying on the cushion next to me here on the couch.

He's laying there, and I'm pretty sure he just discovered his hands. He's staring at them - and you can tell he's concentrating on what he's looking at - about an inch from his face. He moves his hand around and I can watch his eyes follow his fingers. He squeezes his fist and then shoves it in is mouth.

It's a neat thing to think about. The moment in your life when you discovered your fingers and hand. "What the heck is this thing? Hmm...maybe I'll shove it in my mouth and see what it tastes like...What do you know? I can squeeze stuff!"

It kind of puts things in perspective. There's nothing worth ranting about right now. Maybe next week.

Instead, take a minute and stare at your hand. You might learn something.

Have a good weekend everyone.