Ping-Pong

Today dad couldn’t help but come straight home from his community meeting to see his family. It’s not that a trip to the gym would have been an appalling idea, but the decision to spend an extra hour with my sweetnesses was an easy one nonetheless. I see other dads whose middles have grown and think, That could happen to me. And if it did, maybe I’d be happier. Vanity wasn’t the happiest part of the first half of my life, that’s for sure. On the other hand, I’m going to want to stay as fit and young as I possibly can to enjoy surfing with my daughter into my fifties and hopefully sixties (and hopefully seventies). And if surfing proves too much, then hopefully it will be tennis we share. And if that ever proves too much, I’m pretty fond of badminton when it comes down to it. If my body can’t handle badminton, I’ll use my remaining joie de vivre for an epic contest of the wills on the ping-pong table.

She’ll be good at ping-pong.