This is the most difficult day so far; easy to say on day 3. Regular readers, all three of you, will recall that I'm divorced. I hate what that has put my kids through. I hate that they live 4 hours away and I only get to see them once a month, twice if I'm lucky. I hate the pride and selfishness that contributed to the destruction of my family. I take responsibility for my share of the breakup.
At the same time, I can look myself in the eye and say that I tried. And I can recognize that God can take awful, stinky, disgusting manure and use it to grow a beautiful garden. I've found an incredible woman who loves me, loves my kids, and appreciates what I've learned from the mistakes I've made. Her kids love me and I love them. God has brought us both through very difficult times to a place where we can find happiness and love, and I'm grateful for my second chance.