We’re not born knowing how to reach.

It’s something we learn over time as our parents dangle our favorite toys within our field of vision, but just outside of our grasp. We follow the toys with our never-known-defeat, not-afraid-to-admit-our-desire eyes and, one day, we raise our bratwurst arms and wriggle our anemone fingers and reach.

As a new father, it makes me so happy to see my children reach for good things that I have brought near to them.

Let’s not forget: we’re children too and it makes our Father happy to see us reach.