Summer is here

And it's gonna be good.

Saturday was opening day at Brownstone Park, an old rock-quarry-turned-waterpark in Connecticut. 

Jo was invited, but she said I should spend the day with my boys. I think she was afraid of ziplining from the cliffs.

But we'll go with her story.

Sunday we all had brunch at the 79th Street Boat Basin. It was a bit cold for shorts and t-shirts, but we survived.

Last night we all went to see "Deadpool 2" in Lincoln Square. It was nice to spend an evening together. We ate too much buttered popcorn; I reminded them that it's good for you, because it prepares your body for heart disease.

Today we slept late, then got bagels from Orwasher's, brought them home and had brunch in our dining room. This afternoon I went for a 3-mile run in Central Park, then Samuel and I took Bailey to the pet store for treats.

It's 10:45 pm. I'm lying on the living room sofa congratulating myself on my great taste in Art Deco throw pillows. Samuel is two feet away from me playing a VR game. Ethan is at the dining room table doing homework. Bailey is asleep on the floor, exhausted from his pet store excitement.

The beginning of summer is like the beginning of life, with its promise of new possibilities. I have a nice life. I love my boys. I love Jo. I have been an optimist since the day I became a father, and I see no reason to change now.