I'm coming off of a good spring break with my family.  We got out the vinyl pool from last summer, cleaned it up, and set it up at the bottom of the swing set slide.  We enjoyed the East Texas wild country.  One guy saw my red dirt-covered minivan and asked if I had been mudding.  My father-in-law killed his first wild hog (he's not from around here) right before dark.  We went out and tracked the monster in the dark, the muck, and the thick woods, and found it.  Earlier that same day we took my oldest three children fishing.  It was awesome. The time was irreplaceable.  I got to be home with my family, and there's nowhere else I'd rather be.  I pray that everyone of you knows exactly what I'm talking about.