Always on the Run

Coming up next week will be our 4 year wedding anniversary. The FRUIT anniversary as it is known (had to be made up by a woman). It is hard to believe that it has been 4 years. Not to long ago 4 years use t be such a mile stone. There was 4 years of high school, 4 years of college, but now they both seem so long ago. Now 4 years of marriage has past and no summer breaks, winter break, and spring breaks. No road trips to Atlanta in the middle of the night and no waffle house at 4am. Just one continuous trip without an end in sight. Now don't get me wrong, there had been nothing bad about the last four years, it just sometimes seems like a blur. It one of the greatest things that has ever happen to me, but yet it is the only thing I have ever done that doesn't have a break or some sort of off season, a chance to get revamped. I am guessing asking the wife for an off season would not be a wise thing to do. With that said, I am looking forward to the nest 4 years and 40 after that.

I think one of the strangest things in life, is realizing that you aren't born with much. Can't talk, walk, complain about the wife, or much else. It is an amazing thing thought to see how much joy you can get from a 7 week old rolling over. About a week ago I made a pretty big sale at work and thought how excited I was and couldn't wait for the next one. What a load of crap. I can't believe I would even think that is a major accomplishment, I am suppose to be able to do this it's part of my job, to get a guy with to much money to give it to another. Let me tell you how much brain power it took. Crazy how fast things change, now I enjoy nothing more than coming home and seeing a 12 lbs little boy spend every ounce of brain power on figuring out how to roll over, how to grab the toy, and how to recognize you voice.
Can't wait for the next 17.5 years.

Have a new house we are listing. Went out there last Friday, 20 miles out of town. It is a nice little house on a river, deep in the woods. The type of house you would see on a movie. The one where the directions say turn off the gravel road onto the dirt road and you are almost there. Neither of the two owners are living there now. Husband is living with son, and wife with friends after they are splitting up for one running around on the other. They still have the two wild dogs out at the house, which they are fighting over in the settlement. Today we had a realtor go and look at the house. Not only was the flag flying proud out front but the poor lady looking at the house got bit by one of the wild dogs. Not something I had planned to deal with this week but what do you expect. I love my south, but sometimes I wonder what the hell.

For my first entry to my site instead of talking about my day to day activities, as Memorial Day approaches, I thought I would talk about the "Greatest Generation". Tom Brokaw wrote a great book about the generation, those that lived and died in the WWI and WWII era. Over that past few years I have lost 4 great men in my family that were part of this generation, all of who were highly decorated WWII vets. As we look forward into the 21st century I wonder what will happen over the next few years as all of those from this great time period begin leave us. Then I look down at my new son, named after his great grandfather, and realized just as they did 60+ years ago, the greatest generation will never die as long as those who come after them remember the great things they have thought us and the great things they accomplished.
I hope all have a great Memorial Day and take time out to remember. My next entry will be a little less serious and not as heart felt but sometimes it is good to remember those who came before us.