Ten years ago my first child was born, and I started to learn what it meant to be a father. Ten years ago I published my first Novel, and gained another title of Author. I went on to have another son, and write two more books to finish out the first trilogy.

Strange to think that a decade has passed, in some ways it feels longer, in others it went by too quick. My boys are growing, and learning so much. They are far more important to me than anything else that I’ve done. Their mother is still my favorite, and I make sure she knows that. The oldest plays football (American) the youngest wants to try soccer in the fall. They both get good grades, and try to learn much more (which is more important than the letter of their grade). We share interests, in video games, and hikes in the woods. If I’m outside doing something they want to be there too.

I’ve got more stories I’m wanting to finish, both at home and on the page. I prioritize the ones at home, which keeps my new books delayed. One day my tale will end, yet theirs has just begun. Ten years have passed, and the next is on the way. I hope they will love their families and that our stories together will stay.