Not sure when it happened but I woke up the other day and I’ve got a wife of 11 years, a 3 year old and a 1 year old. The 3 year old is already through his first season of t-ball, has started pre-school and is on his second week of soccer season. I spent Saturday morning at the soccer field (in the rain) watching G chase the ball around while I chased C around. I don’t have a mini van yet but I can tell you that the back seat of my car contains two car seats. Saturday isn’t about football (until little G is old enough to play flag football). Monday is “garbage” night and Thursday is simply known as “cutting day”. I sure can be juvenile at times but without even knowing it I went and became an adult. And dammit if I’m not enjoying every single moment.
Never fear though… A’s been nice enough to give me a free pass this weekend. I’m headed back to Indy to see Pip. Should be interesting!!!
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