Many firsts, but no lasts
As you can imagine, during the past months there have been many mornings that I didn’t want to get up. That would have only made the next morning that much worse. I’m no better than anyone else, but I just may be more stubborn. Getting up gave me something to build on. The next day might not have been much better, but it usually didn’t get worse.
I still feel awkward and at times and even clumsy. But, life goes on. We had Steve, Chris, Cassie and Toby Farmer down this weekend from Waterville. It was nice to relax and catch up without the pressure of going anywhere. One night we grilled burgers and had Connie’s Rotel dip with brownies. Steve was holding the plate as I took the burgers from the grill. As I took one from grill to plate, my lack of depth perception got the best of me. Too bad. That was Steve’s burger. This wasn’t the original intent, but he was nice enough to eat it.
The only place that Connie and I went to was the Ohio Music Education Association (OMEA) Marching Band State Finals. I’m proud to say that Hilliard Darby High School, Grant Wagner on trumpet, earned a “#1 Superior” rating for their performance. “Way to go Wagner!”
This marks another milestone in the “firsts” that I’ve been able to see. Much like Colin’s baseball games, Jess’ volleyball games and the school events, with all three, it definitely matters more. None of these would be possible without a loving mother and a wonderful wife. Connie’s impact on all of our lives shows like fingerprints. Just look at their grade cards for the first nine weeks. She’s always made school and family a priority. Just look at my success with work this year. I’m having a very good year. She actually drove me to different clients across Central Ohio for the past 8 months. That’s even hard for me to believe. You can’t be more committed than that.
I’m not going to subscribe to the theory that I should live every day like it’s my last. Because, it isn’t.