Legacy Of Fun

Sometimes a Legacy is Handed Up... Instead of Down

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It’s 7am.

It’s not Christmas morning, but it feels like it.

My wife is in the kitchen… preparing.

I’m sitting at the foot of our bed with my daughter on my lap. When I went to sleep she was 2. Somehow, she turned 3 while I slept.

I’m stalling while candles are being placed in a birthday morning donut. I’m stalling in more ways than one.

I’m looking my now 3-year-old in the eyes and thinking how happy I am to be celebrating her birthday.

I’m stalling because of all the words in my vocabulary, none of them describe how much I love her right now.

The words won’t come, but some tears do.

Sometimes a legacy is handed up… instead of down.

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