Trying out my new copier/printer/scanner tonight, I came across this picture of Ang and me celebrating our 5th honeymoon in Cancun, some 11 years ago.
She told me the night before we left she was pregnant with Ciera and I was dead set on having one child and calling it a day. I had our whole life mapped out; me, Ang, our child, and a dog to sort of balance out the whole thing.
Fast forward to tonight, as I passed by our bedroom and caught the following sight.
2 boys, 1,347 gray hairs, and several medical bills later here we are.
We've got 3 kids, I'm hanging on by my last nerve, and Ciera is going to middle school next year. Rakes and Trot are doing their best impression of Clyde Barrow, I look like I've aged 30 years in the last 11 and Ang hasn't changed a bit.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
One good thing about life; it never happens like you figured it would.
I can't wait to see what the next 11 have in store.
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