I was going through some old boxes this week and caught myself getting a little sad. Actually, I turned into a big wuss which doesn’t mesh well with my new shaved head bad ass look but I digress.

The boxes contained all the crayon and construction paper cards written to my wife and I from our kids over the years.

There were even a few extra holiday photos of them when my oldest was 6.

The photos and the cards took me back to what seemed like yesterday with a sense of disbelief that my kids could now be 19, 17 and 15.

A day later I was driving down my block returning home as my oldest was on his way to work.

He gave me a big wave and I did the same.

And then it hit me in an odd way . . .

Some day I’ll once again look back and remember that goofy teen and wonder where the hell the time went.

So why not catch myself, right now, enjoying a moment while it’s happening through the windshield instead of only having the rear view mirror.

Truth be told, I did a pretty damn good job of it when they were little but . . .

There’s always that sense of “maybe I didn’t appreciate those days as much as I should have” and even still:

There’s a whole world of awesomeness that awaits through the view of the windshield.

Today, you are cordially invited to enjoy the view, enjoy the ride and enjoy the journey!

Peace