Lela was born today. My 8 lb 4oz niece. All pink and pure and peaceful as any baby has ever looked...watched over by a weeping, new daddy.
I want that. I want that moment and all of the wonderful burden and sacrifice that comes with it. It’s why I work so hard for success. It’s why I still carry hope for this life. That in the midst of this broken and meaningless world, there is still a thread of heaven woven through it.
Lela is proof of that heaven on earth. I want meaningless financial success, so that I can afford the things that have meaning in life: time alone with God, one good woman, a herd of children, secure college funds, 6,000 dinners with dad and three trips the emergency room.
You can have fame and fancy cars. I’ll be happy with these.