A few days ago, I got away from the big city and went back home.
I captured this photo of the concrete slab that still sits at my dad's house—YUP, YOU GUESSED IT—on Seventh and Cherry.
In 1984, I was in middle school and hadn't a clue of what my future held.
But as I snapped this photo, I realized just how blessed I am to have my parents in my life.
I got to spend quality time with my mom and dad—and although time is never enough—I made the most of each day.
I ate good food, of course, and did absolutely nothing but hangout with my parents.
It's crazy how time flies.
In 1987, when I moved away to college.
I remember my parents giving me their blessing—teary eyed—but very supportive. And as I drove away, I wasn't sad! I was excited! I was heading to a bigger city (and the selfish me) didn't consider their feelings.
But on Friday, as I drove away, again, my parents gave me their blessing—but this time—I was teary eyed.
As I backed out of the driveway, I stared at my father as he slowly made his way back to the side door of the house. The exact same door that revolved through my life (since the 4th grade) but I never appreciated it.
We're getting older and our parents are getting older too.
Time changes people!
We learn. We grow. We begin to understand and value things in life that had no meaning to us when we were younger.
The part of me that was once selfish and naive, has completely evolved.
And the things that mattered to me then, hold no relevance to me now.
Love your mom and dad! And if you're blessed to still have them in your life, it's never too late to tell them how much you appreciate every single thing—they ever did for you.