Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Happiness is...

Despite what the rock and the roll say. Happiness is not a warm gun. That is a different emotion entirely (shootiness?).

Recent research has concluded that there is no joy equal to that of a guileless child running toward you whilst screaming your name. Nothing quickens the heart rate nor brings a smile to a sullen face with such force.

I give you a case in point:
Not my best photography, but I think you get the idea. So here is a salute to some of my nieces and nephew that will be moving soon, and whom I will miss terribly, whose urchin cries have a greater pull than the song of Circe and all of the Sirens combined.

Kids:


I just hope they remember who their favorite uncle is.

11 comments:

aporitic said...

Shootiness is to Happiness as Cleanliness is to Godliness.

It's true.

I'm pretty sure it's even on the SAT.

Also, those kids are cute; but not as cute as my kids.

I think that's true too, but I'm not as sure about this thing as I am about the first thing.

SummerChild said...
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B. said...

Are these Cameron's?

Damian said...

yeah, these are Cameron's

wild murdocks said...

Children are the bomb. In many different ways. Explosions of all sorts, all the time. It sounds like you too are an explosives expert, and will be sorely missed.

judy said...

they are not only cute, but they are kind. those kids shared their cereal sticks with me one time.

B. said...

I've never met them, but I have had to be quiet while they slept.

judy said...

B,

You have also had to be quiet while I slept, remember?

But then I believe I returned the favor.

Cameron said...

Hey, gladhanded blogs aren't spost to make ya cry!

Danny said...

I am their favorite uncle. Sorry.

Rachel said...

I understand the feeling. Imagine how you'll feel about your own children...I'm never letting mine out of the house.