I just saw a YouTube video of Jason Mraz singing a great song I heard in Sanya in China last week: I'm Your's. It's a thought that everyone, with luck, thinks at one time or another.
I love the song. But I also love Mraz's chirpy confidence as he plays his guitar.
As I listened, I imagined my son, my baby boy, playing the guitar and singing like this, with admiring girls flocking around him. I could even visualize his college tuition fully paid from his own earnings.
I had to catch my breath. Was I really projecting fantasized success on my offspring rather than on myself? That is a sure sign of aging.
But that's OK. I want him to be happier than I was, and I've been pretty damn happy.