The fossil above is part of the bony frill of a triceratops, which has always been my favorite dinosaur. When I was a kid we would always argue over which dinosaur was the coolest and I always stuck with the mighty triceratops. It’s not as scary as a T-rex or as massive as a brachiosaurus or as cunning as a velociraptor, but it’s still my favorite.
I guess the reason I loved the triceratops is because of its ability to protect itself. It wasn’t fast, but it didn’t need to be. If something attacked it or its family, it would simply turn and face down the danger. And thanks to a bony frill and a trio of massive horns, it usually came out on top.
I’ve always kind of prided myself on being a bit like the old triceratops. I’m not terribly agile and I may not be the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, but when it comes to taking care of my family I’m stubborn and I’ll always be willing to stand my ground.
This past week I had hernia surgery. It was a minor procedure and things went fairly well, but I have to admit that it really shook me up. Laying there on the operating table I couldn’t help but worry about what my family would do if something happened to me. Luckily things went just fine and I’m slowly recuperating. I’m enjoying taking life a little slower – reading a good book, playing blocks with my son, and growing a little facial hair.
Tomorrow I’ll be back at work, providing for my family again and I am truly grateful. I’m grateful for good health and a wonderful family that’s willing to take care of me when I need it. And I’m grateful that this old dinosaur still has a few more years and a few more miles left in me.