Clint Hill

The past 10 years has had it’s ups and downs. Big ups and really bad kick you in the balls downs.

All three of my kids came in the last ten years.

I got three nephews.

One of my nephews has Down Syndrome.

One of my nephews is terminally ill.

My Dad passed.

When I think back to the memories of the last ten years I overwhelmingly have thoughts of joy. But I also have thoughts – small nipple tweaking thoughts – of regret. It seems as though the older I get the stronger and harder the experiences become. Sucks getting old.

The only thing powerful enough to prop me up and keep me going is the love of my wife and kids. I have 4 little ladies that love me and I’m damn fortunate for that.

I hope that the last 10 years has at least made me smarter. Smart enough to know to pay attention to the next 10. Time is fast. And no one has figured out how to slow it down.

It will always be the best of times. It will always be the worst of times.

Our third baby girl came on 7/31/2009. While we had a little scare during the delivery – everything worked out. She is a beautiful girl and weighed 7 lbs 7 oz. Mommy is doing great and frankly is an amazing woman. I’m a happy daddy and a lucky boy.

For posterity I wanted to list some of the words I’ve heard my daughters use. There are some keepers here. These are the few I could think of. There are more.

margarita: diarrhea

none young rings: onion rings

tex cuss: Texas

olive oil: aloe vera

lamb old laid: lemonade

ba da ba ba bah: McDonald’s

boo boo: blanket