I'm in Oregon for my son's wedding, which is tomorrow, and I volunteer to drive us over to McMinnville (about 25 miles away from Dallas) so he and my 11 y/o grandson Asher can get haircuts. In an effort to lessen the stress levels for his almost-wife (and decade + partner) Amy, we bring my 9 y/o granddaughter Rayna along with us. So, we're driving along, the local oldies station on the radio, and this classic from the 60's comes up in the play rotation. Duncan and I start spontaneously singing along to the lyrics; it was one of the more emotion laden moments of my life.
I could feel the eyes rolling in the back seat the whole time.
It was great.
I've also discovered that I've been living alone for way too long. I need to do some research and find something to help me restore my patience (which was always in short supply) and develop a better ability to focus my attention in the moment (without the usual elevated intensity of martial arts/shooting practice). I train to keep my mental focus during crisis events; there ought to be something similar for relaxed conversational settings and the like. There's the occasional time when it's desirable to be a competent asshole, sitting around with your family ought not be one of those times though.