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The Passing of Time

It is an amazing thing how time flies. It seems like only yesterday I was on here posting stupid random things when I was in college. This journal like so many other things has slipped into the cracks of past and beem neglected.

Having a son is like having a smaller form of yourself that is an extremist. Its like a you that is ultra concentrated. Logan is awesome and I love him but I see so many little things in him that are like me its not funny. His overactive imagination, his completely scatterbrained perception of his surroundings, etc. I watch him and I see me as a child growing up.
Growing up is hard to do. Cares, pressures, and resosibilities all take over that amazing world you used to live in.

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