The rest of my life, with my wife, our children are a daydream I ruminate more than anything. From baby teeth falling to our children’s first recital I smile, walking leading to running as hallways echo the sound of my privilege. Late night First Lady deliberations to morning kisses I value, awakened by prancing and yelling of a purposeful meaning to parenthood. Years proceed, gray hairs taking up residence I’m reminded blatantly through mirrors. College degrees plastered throughout our home, grandchildren gesturing hide and seek through tiny giggles I can only imagine. These are only my thoughts… growing old with you, together.
– C.A. Thomas