Time is weird, so weird

One thing about having kids, is thinking about how they are growing up so much so fast. Time seems to disappear from us faster. I saw a clip from a Mike Birbigila's podcast Working it Out with Bob Odenkirk Clip here:

Which reminds me, when my oldest becomes an adult. I will be the same age as my dad when they brought me home.

To remember that life is long and fast. The days (mostly weekends) are painfully slow. But the weeks and years are light speed fast.

I have time to soak up these memories and build this world I want my children to inherit.

When I get to the age that my dad was when I was born. The grass under the swingset will have grown back ^1, the amount of adventures and memories created with my kids will be incredible. The Zoo trips and pool days, the times they are trying to sneak into a work call to say "HI!".

Now the goal is to get to be as old, its a gift. To be OLD, to have lived life to the fullest.

To measure life is belly laughs and best bites, versus dollar signs and made up KPIs.

You are doing fine kid. - A dad