Mick's Satisfaction

I think I know why the legendary Mick Jagger "can't get no satisfaction." He doesn't do enough bowling. Pass the word along. A thank you note from Mick would be lovely and I promise not to list it on eBay.

We had a perfectly satisfying Sunday afternoon celebrating son Matthew's birthday. Recipe for satisfaction:
1 part yummy Mexican food
1 part birthday song with sombrero
1 part bowling
1 part watching other patrons bowl
1 part discovering how to put the gutter bumpers up on our alley
and a heaping portion of delicious Nashville tradition Bonnie's Dairy Dip,

all wrapped up in laughter.

There is something so gratifying about time with adult children (adult offspring? What is the politically correct term?). To watch them lean in to talk to each other, laugh over goofy nonsense (like Matt's "Pink Panther" approach to the lane foul line), and just play cheat relax together is my version of heaven on earth. Forget harps, puffy clouds, and sweet cherub angels. I'll take noisy irreverent time with family. And I'm thinking God would like a jumbo margarita and some glow-in-the-dark rental bowling shoes too. Must be heaven.