A few minutes ago I pried myself away from this keyboard and went upstairs to say goodnight to two of our four boys. Our oldest, Brian, is a special needs guy and Colin is our 5 year old bundle. As sit back down at my desk and try to get back into my groove I can’t help but realize how important those short visits with the kids are, especially at bedtime.

Brian is 19 years old now, but he’s really, really young in his mental abilities. He absolutely loves seeing dad before bedtime and as the years have rolled by I’m beginning to realize how meaningful and special they are to me as well. His constant state of happiness is a blessing and helps to keep me grounded.

Colin on the other hand shows his glee in different ways when I say goodnight. He manipulates me into whatever game or activity he’s consumed with and his glee is so obvious that it makes me feel guilty about all those other nights I’ve missed these special moments.

Precious moments should never be missed or taken for granted should they? I vow to spend more special time with my kids while they’re still kids.