I’m up considerably earlier than I normally would be on a day like today. I’m working at home today. I’ve been slightly depressed since Monday morning in my return to the office. I miss spending time with my son. I think men can really relate to this, but it doesn’t have to be active time spent with him. Merely being in the room and hearing his squeaks and cries for help warms my heart. I really want to be around for his growing up. I want my business and career to grow and be structure in a way that I can be available to wash dishes and clothes and change diapers. I have an unbelievable company that allows me to do most of these things. These are the years that I never get back. I could say the same about the precious years before Roman came along with Karla and I. In retrospect, I’d say that I didn’t use those as well as I could have. I should have cherished them more. I look back and wonder where the first three years of our marriage went. I look back and wonder why I didn’t spend more time with just us. I don’t want to have regrets, though. I want to look back and say, “That was foolish. There is no condemnation, however, and I want to change this in the future.”