I had a thought. My daughter and I were standing at the top of the slide. The sun was setting. It was unseasonably warm. Geese were flying overhead.

Clara reached over, grabbed my cheeks, and pulled me in for a kiss. Then she counted to three and pushed me down the slide.

A second later she followed. She and I piled up at the bottom of the slide in a tangled, giggling pile.

“Again!” Clara screamed as she disentangled herself from me.

As she began to climb back up the slide, it suddenly occurred to me:

Has any moment in my life been better than this one?

I didn’t think so.

A few may have been comparable, but none have ever been better.

That’s a pretty good feeling.

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