I spent a large portion of my day in my dining room with my four-year-old, some butcher paper, scissors, glue and back issues of Model Train Enthusiast. My kid was creating a train station collage while I safely and obediently cut out engines from the magazines. It was wonderful. Every time I looked up from my work, this is what I saw - our lovely gallery wall filled with my son's art work and a sign that says, "We might just be the luckiest people alive." And it occurred to me today, that we might just be.