I like when our 9-month old 63 pound puppy collapses in my lap on the couch and demands chin scratches as she drifts off for a nap.
I like watching my high school freshman son hit a running back so hard while tackling him that snot bubbles come out of the unfortunate's nose.
I like watching my LAX-playing Jr high school daughter make a clutch save between the pipes when I couldn't even see the ball moving.
I like my wife's lasagna and meatballs. And that she still puts up with my nonsense.
I like an extra-hoppy IPA.
I like the shared misery of hanging out in a hotel executive lounge in some foreign country with my team members after we've just traveled for 24+ hours to get there - and the staff has the fridge stocked with adult beverages because they learned their lesson from the last time we were there... (or that time that 5 of us literally drank the cafeteria out of beer in the basement of Gimpo Airport while our flight continually got delayed delayed cancelled rebooked on the next one rinse and repeat all day one right after the other because of the biggest snow storm in Ulsan in 50 years...)
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