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I am sitting here going over some spread sheets pertaining to the profit and loss statements, when a set of small body parts comes flying into me, jumps up on my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. “Daddy, mommy says you need to come to dinner. It is getting cold.”
“Alright, Lisa.” My 7 year old daughter tells me. I kissed the top of her head. “I’ll tell your brother.” My 5 year old son, David, was playing with his trucks just outside my office door. She jumps down and goes flying back to her mother. Carrie would later tell me that we have another one on the way.
The life that I had envisioned for myself so many years before, had finally happened over the course of the past decade. I know now that I can truly die a happy and contented man. The question that I have asked myself so many times over these past years, occurred to me again. How did I get so lucky?
Thank you all again for reading my little stories. This one was in the ‘to be completed’ pile for some time. I just got myself involved with other stories.
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