Went to Canada’s Wonderland with my daughter this weekend.
We’d been talking about this trip all summer. She’d really wanted to take a day off from daycare. Maybe a Monday or Friday to make it a long weekend.
Yet we never did. Somehow, the summer got away from me and there was no time to get away in the last 3-4 weeks. Hands done the fastest summer ever. When I was my daughter’s age, summer seemed to stretch on forever.
We still had a great time yet I felt guilty. And still do. When I’m down to the last sentence in life’s final chapter, I seriously doubt my daughter and I will reminisce about the summer of 2007 when I didn’t take a single day off. But she just might talk about going on some totally awesome rides (she’s fearless).
Easy to say nothing’s more important than your family. Finding it harder to do.