Sometimes I find myself missing who my children were when they were little. Not because of their age but because I long to go back. To enjoy raising them, being needed, being present for it all, camping , fishing , just hanging out together ...house filled with noise and laughter and life's struggles. I long for the small ordinary moments I was Dad to a full house.

Sometimes my heart aches knowing what I missed with distractions life cost a family in the world. The time I had becoming your Dad is the best part of me and I wish I could do it again and freeze time occasionally. Yall are still my whole world but sometimes my heart aches so bad you grew up to fast. I have my memories and fully cherish them ❤️ but wish sometimes to hear "Dad" or hear a full house of little ones...