What a sweet thing to hear on a day when business world bullies punched me in the gut. What a crappy difference a hump day makes.
As I knelt crumpled over and holding my belly, I flashed back to my walk through Natural Bridges with the girls the weekend before. Both Beatrice and Bryce running around in the heart of the eucalyptus tree grove, us all laughing with abandon.
The girls kept running back and forth in front sign posted on the fence:
Being hit in the gut seemed inconsequential after that. Blows like that always do. I've learned to fight back and kill 'em with transcendent success. Screw the kindness (but don't tell my girls that).
BE HAPPY: But Watch Your Step. And sometimes it's okay to put all your B's in the same basket.