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My Journey of Two Years

Basketball fans, are you ready for the NBA finals? I am so excited to see the Spurs have revenge over Miami (I know I am getting into trouble here from the Heat fans).

The San Antonio team has been on the top of the game for almost two decades. I can’t help but admire the way they do things. If you are only a regular fan of the game, you must admit that they play beautifully, though less flashy. It is going to be a great series. Wait and see.

In just a few days, our daughter is going to celebrate her second birthday. It has been pure joy seeing her grow and take on her own personality. In fact, she is into singing all the songs she has been learning at the daycare. Although she understands everything we tell her, she is only able to speak a few words.  Her favourite word is “mine!!” I guess she heard me so many times using it to refer to my food lol

The other day I was changing her diapers (yes, it is something I have learned to do) and she didn't want me to change her. She only wanted to keep playing with my phone. She was so focused on her game that she didn't want anybody to distract her. Normally, she is calm when I change her diapers, but that day she was very agitated. Nevertheless, I had to do it, which she did not like at all. She started to cry.

Her crying did not stop me; I kept doing it because I knew it was in her best interest.
I guess you can probably tell what I am going to say next: sometimes we go through things that make us “cry” because we don’t like them. But, most of the times, if we really look at it, it is in our best interest that we experience these situations. All I am saying is that it's something to think about.
 
I think I just broke the record for the shortest blog in almost 5 years. Short and sweet is what my business partner called it.
 
Moral of the story? Do you want to learn a good lesson? Just change the diapers of your daughter and you will celebrate two years with me.
    
Always a pleasure
Patrick
The Journeyman

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