Today I had the pleasure of spending time on a school playground (covered - how nice on a hot summer's day!) with three friends and four little ones. As I observed the children (ages: five, three, two and barely two) climbing, falling, laughing, sliding and busily living life, I could clearly "see" traces of their parents in them - physical traits, personality traits and distinct behaviors. How I wish I could rewind and watch my children playing at a very young age. Would I see snippets of myself and Bo? Did I miss that when they were small? Can my friends see the wondrous miracle of their mannerisms reflected in their children? I left the playground with a smile in my heart...There is something quite special about easy conversation among friends surrounded by the joy of young children investing all of their energy, focus, and physical strength in pure play. Life is good.