I have never been accused of being over compassionate or showing my feelings the way I should. I have always been raised to be a man and not whine and cry about shit or show your soft side.
Sunday morning my wife comes into the kitchen and immediately starts to smile and laugh.
I am standing at the counter with no shirt on tattoos showing,beard hanging down, looking like what she calls "a dirty biker badass look" her words not mine.
I have my 2 year old granddaughter on the counter watching foghorn leghorn cartoons (you old guys will know who that is) while I am making her chocolate chip pancakes. We are both laughing, giggling with flour all over her face from a small food fight that I won.
No matter how tough we think we are or how big of men we think we are there is always something in this world that will bring out the soft side or kid in us.
There is no amount of money or anything in this world that I would have traded for that moment in my life.
I guess is what I am getting at lets not get so caught up in life that we forget what it is all about.
Money,cars,houses mean nothing those things have no value compared to time with our loved ones and the little moments like I had sunday morning.
Ok my soft side moment is over lets not forget I am the meanest motherfucker in the valley.
