My daughter cuddled with me for a solid twenty minutes today, the longest on record.
We played hide-and-go seek for what felt like an hour.
We assembled jigsaw puzzles together.
We tickled each other a lot.
But no, tonight I am grateful that my friend, a Washington Capitals fan who watched his team defeat the Bruins in overtime tonight from the confines of the Boston Garden, has not fired off a text taunting me about the final score.
I’ll give him credit. He has class.
Or no cell service.
Either way, I’m grateful.