You know, I was watching that special on TV the other night (Nightline, or whichever one of those it was) on Randy Pausch, the professor from Carnegie Mellon that lost his battle with Pancreatic Cancer, his now infamous "Last Lecture," and his love for life.

I can't sit here and say I wasn't moved and touched by what he had to say during this interviews from the past and how he cherished his life, his wife and his kids. This guy, someone I've never met and had never heard of up until that point is now someone I want to know more about. I haven't watched his "last lecture" yet, but I will. It's over an hour long and I want to find the right time where I can sit and watch it with my full attention. I went out and bought the book yesterday and I've read about half of it already. It's a great inspirational read. It makes me feel lucky to have been able to fulfill some of my childhood dreams, myself. That's what his entire "Last Lecture" was about.

One thing I caught from the Television Special the other night, however, was the one thing he said to his kids every night before they went to bed. It's something I now want to ask myself every day.

1. What part of today was your favorite?

and

2. What part of today was your least favorite?

They're great questions and one's I'm going to start answering every day. Starting later tonight, of course. Because today... isn't over yet!