I always thought of myself as the black sheep of my family, not so much because I’m a bad kid, more that I didn’t always feel like I fit in.
But as I’ve grown up, I think it’s just that I’m a dreamer, so my mind is always elsewhere.
I’ve somewhat always had my head in the clouds, and it’s only lately that I’ve realized that maybe that’s not such a bad thing.
Without me dreaming of what might happen, I’m not sure that I would have ended up where I am, with a beautiful wife and the greatest job of them all, being a dad to two beautiful kids.
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