as i sit here in this quiet house i cant help but think of the past and how much i wish things could be different, but some things come to mind, like, do you remember a time when you were so happy that nothing could get you down? when everything seemed to go your way? when you felt like you could do anything? i remember when first held my wife, when i first kissed her, i remember when my girls were born, when i got to see their faces for the very first time, it seems like only yesterday i was bouncing them on my knee, helping them walk across the floor, helping them ride a bike for the first time, but now my oldest is getting married and is making a me a grandfather, and a in couple of years the youngest will graduate, as i sit here with their pictures on my desk, it is hard not to wish their mother could see how much like her they are, for they are growing up, and becoming young ladies themselves, so as i sit here i remember the past, and thinking of my girls i can be happy for a time, my nights alone when all are a sleep, when the house is quiet, i can remember has been, see what is now and hope for a good future.
