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.