06/17/2026
This picture was taken in our first house.
Newly married.
Amanda had only recently become a stepmom to Tony and Sophia.
We didn't have much money.
We didn't have much certainty.
And if I'm being honest, we probably spent far too much time worrying about things that seem pretty small now.
Looking at this photo, what strikes me isn't how young we were.
It's how little we knew.
We didn't know what our family would eventually become.
We didn't know there would be more children.
We didn't know where life would take us.
We didn't know the disappointments that were ahead.
We didn't know the blessings either.
At the time, this wasn't a memory.
It was just a Tuesday.
A normal evening in a modest kitchen.
Two young people trying to figure out marriage, parenthood, work, and life one day at a time.
I think that's what gets me as I get older.
So much of life happens while we're looking ahead.
Wondering what's next.
Trying to get somewhere.
Only later do we realize that the days we rushed through eventually became the days we miss.
The ordinary moments become the treasured ones.
And the life we were trying so hard to build quietly arrives while we're busy living it.