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Taking things for granted...

I suppose the worst thing that people do is to take others for granted. But, I can look back on my behavior towards my wife and kids and easily say that I took them for granted. I see that now that I am not in a position to be around them all the time.

I suppose I took all of the time that I could have been spending with my kids for granted. I can't think of the number of times I was tired after getting home from work, and I turned down an invitation to "come play" with my kids. How many times could I have sat and played with them instead of laying down for a quick nap.

I also look at my relatioship with my wife and wonder the same thing. It is just amazing to think back on the number of times that I would be in my own world, doing something I wanted to do instead of talking to her. It is so easy to read a book, watch television, fart around on a weblog, or otherwise not interact with my wife after a long day. I suppose I overlooked the sparkle in her eye when she is telling me about something that caught her eye during the day. Hell, I guess I took the sound of her voice for granted when she micromanages me when I am driving. I took for granted the feeling of waking up next to her in the morning. I took for granted some of the smaller, yet noticeable things that she does. The way she curls her hair behind her ear when she reads. The way she crosses her legs as she talks. So many things....so many things. I don't have the inclination to write about it, I suppose I just want to think about it. I can't wait to see my wife again......

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