I look at Cheryl and I see my love, my wife, my dearest. I look at my child and I see me, only a lot more willful; and a whole lot more outspoken. I look at my wife and I sometimes see a rock. At other times I see a feather. I look at my daughter and I sometimes see the spawn of satan. At other times I see the sweetest person on Earth. I look at myself and I see someone I would have envied in college.

It’s hard to believe what a little change in perspective will bring.