Random thoughts of the day

I was at an off-site location, auditing books and records in an empty office on the second floor of a building near Hollywood. After several hours of perusing bank statements and copies of receipts, I stood to stretch a bit. After I stood up, I peered through the Venetian blinds of a window overlooking a residential street.

As I stood watching, a car pulled into one of the driveways on the street. A woman got out of the driver’s side and a small child emerged from the passenger side. The little boy held a blue plastic pail full of worksheets and construction paper art. From the handle of the pail, two balloons were tied and bobbed about as he skipped along the front lawn towards the front door. He appeared so very happy, smiling and likely laughing. I stood there, watching, and, although there was the hint of a smile on my face, I began to feel tears welling in my eyes.

I watched him follow his mother into the house and than I returned to my work.
I get this way quite often. I do not know if it is a sadness over innocence lost, a desire to be a kid again or maybe even some small measure of regret that I will never have a child and is that really the best decision.

Oh well.