As I get older, I have a greater appreciation for everything my dad did for us when we were kids. He worked his butt off hauling Pepsi, would come home and finish off a project (like build a barn), and play a hand of cards before going to bed.
I remember laughing when he would take a nap on the weekends, wondering what could possibly make him so tired.
He is a hard worker and I deeply respect him for it. I’m no slouch and I’ve always tried to be a hard worker, just like my dad but I’ll admit that there are nights when I’m lucky to make it to 8 p.m. before I’m in my jammies.