It is 4:34AM.
I have been awake since 3:00AM.
I am 43 years old today.
I went to a funeral yesterday for a guy I knew . . .. he was 43 years old. His father had his head down the whole time during the funeral. All I could see was his sobbing, shaking shoulders from behind. I am sad for that family.
I have 4 miles today.
I have 9 miles tomorrow.
My kids are more excited for my birthday than I am. . .
I do not deserve them.
I do not deserve my wife.
I tell them all that I love them a hundred times per day.
They do the same for me.
