Time flies. Last week was my son's first birthday. He was not even a consideration when I started my firm more than four years ago. And earlier this month, my daughter turned 3 years old. She also was not a consideration. It is funny to me how I sometimes keep track of the number of years it's been since I hung my shingle by looking at my boy and girl and seeing how they are growing up.
Most mornings, when my daughter wakes up, she asks me if I am going to "workie." "You going to workie, daddy?" That is one question I always look forward to hearing. Lately, since the second child, I get to say no sometimes on the weekends. She gets excited when no is my answer. She wishes that no was my answer more times than it is.
