I’m grateful for shamrocks, good luck, that I get to wear green and I get to drink green beer. I’m grateful that 19 years ago I made green macaroni and cheese mixed with ground hamburger for my girlfriend. It was one of the most disgusting looking contraptions one has ever seen. And yet, it tasted just like mac and cheese. What made this dinner special was that it still wasn’t enough to scare this young lady from becoming my fiancee, my wife, and the mother of my children.


I’m grateful for surviving another busy week. Even though, at times, it feels as if I can’t seem to catch up with all the loose ends since training started, I’m grateful for those small successes that I’ve had this past week.

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