Leave the gun, take the cannoli. 🤦🏾‍♂️

Our children don’t need perfection.
They need us. Right here, right now.

Your legacy won’t be measured by what you’ve built but by the love you’ve poured into those who matter most.
Become an alchemist of your life—turn moments into memories.

To the young, the busy, the weary: pause.
Look your children in the eyes.
Listen, really listen.
See them for who they are today, and cherish them.

I would see the diamonds in those mundane days before all the time was gone.
We can’t turn back the clock, but we can speak to those who still have time.

If I could go back, I would spend more mornings savoring breakfast conversations, more afternoons walking hand-in-hand, more evenings laughing until our sides hurt.

In a world where everyone is rushing to take, give.
Give your presence, your listening ear, your open heart.
These small acts become their anchors, their foundations.

Time doesn’t ask our permission to fly by.
Blink, and it’s gone.
Blink, and the kids we hold are grown, carrying their own struggles and stories.

It’s not about being there physically while our minds are elsewhere.
It’s about truly being present—offering undivided attention, empathy, and joy.

These souls we raise are miraculous, fleeting treasures.
They don’t wait for us to finish the grind, to check off the to-do lists, to “finally” make time.

Slow down. Cherish the moments. See the beauty in the chaos.