My boys.
I have heard too many people complain that they did not spend enough time with their children. I will not make that mistake.
Last night I had the privilege of my 5-year old son, Matthew, falling asleep in my arms. It scares me to think that the time will soon arrive when he won't want to sit on my lap or listen to the bedtime stories that I make up as I tell them.
All I can do is treasure the moment. When they grow up, we will have other sorts of fun, but for now, I am a rich man.
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