Remember when your birthday was your favorite day of the year? You looked forward to it all year around. You wanted to be older. You wanted to be bigger. You just wanted.
Today is SJ’s birthday. My youngest son is now 8-years old. He’s thrilled.
I’m not.
I was talking to a friend of mine recently. He and his wife have triplets. Their children are in 11th grade. Anyway, we were walking along, and I didn’t notice his children. Part of his response was, “Don’t worry. Some day you’ll be able to walk away or go out and not have to worry about your children.”
“I’m not in a rush,” I said.
In fact, I’m going to miss seven.