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As much as it might come off like all these dad brogs, and just my general tone of writing in a brog is that my life isn\u2019t that great and that I\u2019m always pissed off and miserable or something, that\u2019s obviously not the case.\u00a0 Sure, I have my share of days in which I think things could be better, but ask yourselves if you really feel that much differently than I do.\u00a0 Perhaps it\u2019s the Korean in me always having high expectations for everything and no matter how much I tell myself to temper them, I don\u2019t, and then I get predictably disappointed when things aren\u2019t like, A+ rating at the end of the day.<\/span><\/p>\n But really, my life isn\u2019t miserable, because I definitely know that things could be so very far worse, and I am fortunate to be in the position where I am at, to where the bills can remain paid and my kids are well taken care of.\u00a0 Sure, I don\u2019t feel like I have a tremendous margin of error, and it probably doesn\u2019t take a lot to derail things into stress-filled catastrophe, but for what it\u2019s worth, I\u2019m hanging in there, and if there\u2019s anything at all, the time I\u2019m writing this, I\u2019m not in one of those dark-filled headspaces, where there\u2019s a tone or an edge to the words that I will be writing.<\/span><\/p>\n Really though, this is just a tiny story, that if not just wanting to share, for my own documentation, so I can remember this moment as one of those moments in life that I will treasure until the day I die, and as long as my brain can remember it, it would be like a core memory that I\u2019ll always go back to whenever I feel like I need it.<\/span><\/p>\n I came home from work, another day in the office.\u00a0 For the better part of the calendar year, work hasn\u2019t necessarily been difficult, but it has been busy, to the point where it feels like nobody on my team can really breathe, due to the sheer volume of tickets and requests we get.\u00a0 I don\u2019t really feel like I\u2019m getting to do my real job function, which is to be creative, and am more just punching in and punching out production type of requests, and considering I\u2019ve witnessed my current company have a turnover rate that\u2019s probably six-times higher than my previous employer, it\u2019s a little unnerving.<\/span><\/p>\n But anyway, I come home from work, I park my car.\u00a0 Instead of going in right away, I usually take an extra two minutes to go get the mail from the mailbox because I\u2019m the only one who does it, and if it doesn\u2019t happen now, then it won\u2019t happen.\u00a0 I can already hear my kids screaming from inside the house, and despite being off-the-clock with my job-job, I\u2019m preparing myself to get back to work with the job that really matters.<\/span><\/p>\n I go to the mailbox and retrieve the envelopes in the box; undoubtedly moar bills, moar spam, moar junk.\u00a0 No sooner than when I look up, I see #1 running towards me, with #2 not far behind.\u00a0 Both are barefoot, and both have the biggest smiles of joy on their faces.\u00a0 I scoop up #1 into my left arm, and seconds later, pick #2 up into my right, and begin carrying them back into the house.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The au pair is not far later, apologetic for letting the kids slip out the way they did, but it\u2019s fine; they\u2019re slippery little toddlers and this is the kind of things that little kids do.\u00a0 Really though, it\u2019s more than fine, it\u2019s a genuinely perfect moment in life, and if could bottle the feelings of their happiness, my reaction, and the sheer feeling of love, joy and happiness experienced over the next minute, mass produce it and sell it to the public, I would undoubtedly become the richest person in the world, because such raw positivity is so lacking in the world in general, and I know people would be willing to shell out a mint to experience what I did that afternoon.<\/span><\/p>\n Seriously, my words aren\u2019t really sufficiently describing just how perfect of a moment it was.\u00a0 Although the memory will always remain with me, there isn\u2019t anything I wouldn\u2019t give to see it again, and all I can hope is that it organically happens again in future days in which I come home from work, although I\u2019m sure the au pair will be on higher alert to make sure the door is locked lest they sneak out again.<\/span><\/p>\n But it made my heart burst with happiness, to the point where curmudgeonly old brogger me felt the absolute need to share it with the dark and cynical interwebs, because I want to remember it forever.\u00a0 If I were in Neverland, this would be my happy thought to get me to be able to fly.\u00a0 It was like a Nintendo 64-kid amount of happiness.<\/span><\/p>\n It was a moment that absolves any amount of darkness, unhappiness and pessimism I may have felt over the last indeterminate amount of time.\u00a0 And reinforces that absolutely no matter what, the love for my kids trumps everything there is, and there really is nothing I wouldn\u2019t sacrifice<\/em> for them.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" As much as it might come off like all these dad brogs, and just my general tone of writing in a brog is that my life isn\u2019t that great and that I\u2019m always pissed off and miserable or something, that\u2019s obviously not the case.\u00a0 Sure, I have my share of days in which I think … Continue reading Dad Brog (#117) \u2013 If I could bottle it, I\u2019d be the richest person alive<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[193,192,83],"class_list":["post-49522","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-brog","tag-dad","tag-kids","tag-observations"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/totfc.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49522","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/totfc.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/totfc.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/totfc.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/totfc.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=49522"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/totfc.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49522\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49524,"href":"https:\/\/totfc.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49522\/revisions\/49524"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/totfc.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=49522"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/totfc.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=49522"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/totfc.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=49522"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}