Days have been flying by. How do we slow things down, my kids are growing up and I’m getting old and I’m not ready for it. I guess no one’s ever ready for it.

Watching my daughter laugh, seeing my son smile, hearing them scream. Sometimes it drives me mad, but I also love it. My knees start to ache sitting on the side of her bed, rubbing her back, realizing I don’t know how many more times I’m going to be able to do this, but I’m also so tired, and I want to veg out in front of the tv. What am I going to think about most in 13 years…

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The grind, do you love it, I’m never too sure. Maybe this is too much, but I think most people are in the similar flow, holding on for survival, but also knowing that without it you don’t know what life would be.