2 years

It's my birthday as I type. I have things to do and goals to pursue amongst those things to do. Personal goals aren't really there. I guess being a better father, husband, son, and citizen could be the best goal. I reflect on my legacy as being somewhere in the pending future for nothing thus far has been remarkable. I survived childhood, but so have so many others that it isn't an accomplishment. Being married with children isn't too much to leave as an accomplishment, at least until my own children survive childhood.
Maybe my boy and my girls will think well of me and still want me around when they move on from my home. I'm a flawed father, but I gave much of what I had to be there for them. I wonder about the sacrifices I have made and whether they outweigh my moments of selfishness.
My youngest doesn't quite talk beyond a few words, but "Daddy" she says often. She'll run to me when I crouch with my arms open. She did it all 3 times I did the gesture on Labor Day. She's a sweet child at times, but she's like a puppy.
I deactivated my FB account a couple days ago. I will reactivate it when my birthday is over. Faux wishes of merriment aren't my thing. Fauxbook should be its name, for nothing is truly sincere or beyond skin deep. Illusions to be ignored, I guess.
I should deactive a couple years, but that wasn't an option. When I hit that milestone year, I think I'll have a lot of to dos done or gone from my mind. Bathroom remodel is going to happen. Just gotta will myself to do it.