What I Don’t Want to Miss While Building

Building something takes a lot of attention.

It’s easy to stay in it. To keep working. To keep thinking about what’s next.

But the part I don’t want to miss is right in front of me.

My daughter.

Showing Up Differently

She’s growing fast. Faster than I expected.

And what’s been incredible is not just watching that—but feeling the support and love from her.

She knows what I’m doing. She sees how much I care about it.

And it actually feels like she respects it.

I love when she gets involved. I love when she’s curious.

But when I show up with her, I drop everything.

Phone away. Computer away.

I listen.

I ask her questions.

I want to know how she’s feeling, what she’s learning, what matters to her.

I want to support that—not just now, but long-term.

Some moments don’t get planned.

They just happen.

And they’re the ones that stick.

The days where I’m having a hard time—and she notices.

She asks if I need a hug.

And I cry on her shoulder.

Just like I remember my mom crying on mine.

There’s something about that that doesn’t need to be explained.

She’s kind. She’s thoughtful. She’s a beautiful soul.

And I’m going to do everything I can to protect that.

This next year, I want more life in it.

More camping trips.

More time with friends.

More floats down the river.

More sun.

I need the sun. I feel better when I feel it.

Less stress. Less of the constant question—am I doing enough?

That tension is still there.

But so is this:

What matters most is already here.

Giddyup.