5

Gavin turned five on Friday. Happy Birthday, Little Buddy. From the palm of my hand, to Kindergarten, in the blink of an eye. My little boy is five. Time is flying.














In 2005, I made one of the best decisions of my life. At the time, I was working in a Management role, and burning the candle at both ends. Long hours, late nights, high stress, impossible workload, and we had Gavin in the house, and Isabelle on the way. After many long nights of toiling over the decision, I finally decided to choose what was right for me, and right for my family, and walked away from my Management role. I needed to have the time and mindset to be a father, while my family was still at the age that they cared about having a father around. EVERYTIME I think about making that decision, I smile.

And now, Gavin is 5. And in the last three years, I have countless, irreplaceable memories of times spent as a father, playmate, educator, jungle gym, role model, healer, and coach. And now, as my 5 year old heads off to Kindergarten, I am as excited as he is with the anticipation of the experiences, and memories, that we will get to share and live together.

Happy Birthday Gavin. I love you Buddy.