I’m well into my morning run. (Running Post coming. Need to digest the thoughts. Lot going on there.)
The email comes across. (You check emails when you run? Apparently, I do. Addict.)
Mind rips back to an earlier moment. An earlier post.
There’s been 1,933 posts. 1,934 if you count this one. (1,933. Wow. Compulsive behavior flourishing)
Yet, one post sticks in my mind. It’s from March 8, 2012. And titled “He Moved Me.”
I recall interviewing her for a management role. Fire in the belly. Zero management experience. (I didn’t need another Project.)
Tigress hired up her team. Led from the front. Protected her cubs. And had fierce followership. (My pride still surging.)
I sent her a congratulatory email this morning.
Her Alessandra Marie was born yesterday afternoon. (That’s her pic up there.)
She replied back: “Can’t believe she is mine.”
I step up the pace on my run.
Mind pans back to the day of Rachel’s birth. And then Eric’s birth.
I need to call the kids.
I need to call them today.