I’m not one to get unnecessarily emotional or nostalgic but sometimes moments filled with overflowing emotions sneak in like a wave, I’m swept under, tossed around, and disoriented. As we were preparing to celebrate my son's 6th birthday, I was assembling a bike in the garage and this thought crept up on me: we’ve already spent 1/3 of the time he will be under our roof. Have I wasted moments of it? Have I passed on 1/3 or my values and passions, or taught him 1/3 of what he needs to know before heading out into the new world? How many times have I disregarded him to focus on work, or my phone, or yard work, or projects? I’ll never get that time back. It’s a sobering reality. We hold tight so one day we can let go. God give me strength and peace and wisdom, guide me so I can lead him in the ways that he should go. https://www.instagram.com/p/CHiS80qBgqb/?igshid=24z10cxsf1tb






