ryanjordan on Nostr: POV: I'm 80 years old and God let me wake up in my 35-year-old body again. I wake up ...
POV: I'm 80 years old and God let me wake up in my 35-year-old body again.
I wake up to little feet pounding down the hallway.
Yelling "Daddy!" like it's the best word in the world.I gasp. I cry.
I see them run in. My babies. They're little again. I grab them and hold them close- the babies I used to rush through bedtime with. I inhale them. I don't let go. Not this time.
I catch my reflection in the mirror. No gray hair. No deep wrinkles. Just tired eyes...
but wow, I was so fit and never saw it.
I see my wife. Young. Beautiful. Smiling at me like she used to.
We laugh at something small.
I memorize every line on her face.
I walk outside barefoot, just to feel the grass again. I stretch. I breathe. It feels so good to be alive in this body. No aches. No pain.
I get on the floor with my kids.
No distractions. No phone. Just me, fully present- laughing, building, pretending.
They light up. And I do too.
Dinner is loud and messy. Someone spills their cup. Someone makes everyone laugh. There's chaos and crumbs- and so much joy. I'm there for every second of it.
Bath and bedtime used to feel like a chore. But now, I soak it in- the splash of the water, the scent of baby shampoo, the way their face looks wrapped in the towel. I'm not rushing anymore. I don't want to forget a single second.
God gave me one more shot... and this time, I won't waste it rushing through the little things.
They were always the big things.
Lesson: Don’t wish for higher prices only to miss what’s important in your life now!
Grateful, humble, generous.
I wake up to little feet pounding down the hallway.
Yelling "Daddy!" like it's the best word in the world.I gasp. I cry.
I see them run in. My babies. They're little again. I grab them and hold them close- the babies I used to rush through bedtime with. I inhale them. I don't let go. Not this time.
I catch my reflection in the mirror. No gray hair. No deep wrinkles. Just tired eyes...
but wow, I was so fit and never saw it.
I see my wife. Young. Beautiful. Smiling at me like she used to.
We laugh at something small.
I memorize every line on her face.
I walk outside barefoot, just to feel the grass again. I stretch. I breathe. It feels so good to be alive in this body. No aches. No pain.
I get on the floor with my kids.
No distractions. No phone. Just me, fully present- laughing, building, pretending.
They light up. And I do too.
Dinner is loud and messy. Someone spills their cup. Someone makes everyone laugh. There's chaos and crumbs- and so much joy. I'm there for every second of it.
Bath and bedtime used to feel like a chore. But now, I soak it in- the splash of the water, the scent of baby shampoo, the way their face looks wrapped in the towel. I'm not rushing anymore. I don't want to forget a single second.
God gave me one more shot... and this time, I won't waste it rushing through the little things.
They were always the big things.
Lesson: Don’t wish for higher prices only to miss what’s important in your life now!
Grateful, humble, generous.