I sat at my kitchen table after a crazy weekend of shows. Seems like I had been everyone but home for a long time, and not much to show for it. The house was empty, with my wife and 2 girls at school for the day, but there were remnants of the week I had missed. Dishes in the sink, games out on the table, and a bowl of crusty Mac n cheese. As I sat there in the quiet, reevaluating my life decisions, I started looking at our old table and wondering what it wisdom it would offer if it could talk.

I didn't want kids. And somehow they were had! The first year of parenting was a blur. I didn't think I was falling in love like everyone told me I would. Then one night, I put her to sleep and felt her breathing. I didn't want to put her down. I started a prayer that night 11 years ago, Father to father, please slow it down. I don't want want to miss anything else. She's 12 now and I still cry every time I play it!