It is Saturday night in June. Tomorrow is Father’s Day. Also, the first day of summer. The longest day. Then we start going the other direction. The days get shorter each day. We begin the six-month march to winter. But this Saturday evening, we are at the height of our revelry and the apex of joy in summer experience. We cooked out today. Brats and sausages. It felt like a holiday!

The little boy helped load a car and climbed half into the passenger window, saying goodbye. He ran to his task and ran back to his grandma’s house. Do you remember when you ran everywhere you went?

Brooks Pond is placid. It is waiting for the Blue Heron and Mr. Beaver. The Bull Frogs sound off at the same time every evening. Nature’s clock is correct. Did you know that the moon affects the inner core of the Earth? God has made an intricate clock for us to live by.

So being a Father brings me supreme joy! I can think of nothing more challenging or more rewarding. The center of MJ and my world is Aaron and Jonathon.

As the sun sets, we wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will the Bullfrog Quartet sing? Will we be comfortable in the clothes we wear, or will we seek something different? My style of clothing has changed over the years. During the majority of my career, it was suits, sport coats, and ties. These were my working clothes. For the last 14+ years, relaxed clothing has been the order of the day. You do you, as the kids say! Neither dress for another nor act like someone wants you to act. On a summer night in June, be who you feel in your bones. If you like cotton candy, eat your fill. If funnel cake is your thing, funnel on. It is the time of carnivals and fairs. See if you can determine if the Headless Man really has no head. Ride the Carousel and reach for the brass ring. Sit under the stars and wonder how it all came to be and who we are in the magnificence.