Yesterday I was raking the leaves in the side and back yard. There was a massive pile there at the end, and for a second I just stood and looked at it. There was no one to jump into it. Last year may have been the last time. Spencer is 19 now. Graden is 22. It feels like only yesterday they were little. When the house was full of noise, when they needed us for absolutely everything, when getting out the door took 45 minutes because someone couldn't find their sock. Back then those days felt like they'd last forever. They didn't. I've learned something over time. The things that demand the most attention aren't always the things that deserve the most attention. An email can feel urgent. A business problem can feel urgent. Sitting with your family on a Sunday afternoon rarely feels urgent. Going for a walk with someone you love doesn't. That phone call with your parents doesn't. I believe that it's because they don't come with deadlines. They don't send reminders. They just pass. And one day you realize how much they really mattered. I'm building towards financial independence, and look forward to the freedom. But when I think about what I value most, it's not a milestone or a possession. It's the ability to be there. To say yes to an afternoon watching films with my wife. To be around for the ordinary moments. One day, I might look back at the life I'm living right now and realize these were some of the best days. Not perfect. Not everything achieved. But my people were around me, the conversations were good, there was laughter, and there were ordinary Sundays. Feeling grateful.