2002

Man, I can still remember that day in November 2002 like it was yesterday. The day our little Chasey came into the world.

Seeing Sara's face light up as she held our newborn daughter for the first time - it's a moment I'll cherish forever.

After all the chaos and excitement of that day, it was such a relief to finally be home, surrounded by my family.

Destiny and Gunner were over the moon to have a baby sister. I'd never seen them so thrilled.

Destiny kept asking if she could hold Chasey, and Gunner was constantly peeking into the nursery to check on her.

It warmed my heart to see how much they already adored their little sis.

Of course, having a newborn in the house wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.

There were plenty of sleepless nights, diaper changes, and spit-up to deal with. But I didn't mind one bit.

After the intensity of being on the road with the WWE, it was nice to have a break and focus on being a dad for a change.

I cherished every moment I got to spend with my little girl, watching her grow and change day by day. Rocking her to sleep, singing her lullabies, changing her diapers - even the mundane tasks felt special.

And let's not forget about my other two kids. Destiny was growing up so fast, it was almost hard to believe.

One minute she was my little princess, the next she was this mature young woman ready to take on the world.

I remember the day I took her to get her learner's permit - I felt a mix of pride and sheer terror. My baby girl, behind the wheel of a car? It was a sobering reminder that she was no longer a child.

But I did my best to be there for her, giving her driving lessons and offering guidance as she navigated this new chapter.

I'll never forget the day I told her, "Don't forget your old man, now that you can drive."

The way her face lit up with that infectious smile of hers - it was like looking at a mirror image of Chiara.

"I will never forget you, Daddy," she said, and I knew at that moment that no matter how grown up she got, she'd always be my little girl.

Gunner, too, was growing up so fast. It amazed me to see the person he was becoming - thoughtful, independent, always looking out for his sisters.

He'd been through a lot, what with the divorce and everything, but he was handling it all with such maturity. I was one proud papa, that's for sure.

And of course, there was Sara. My rock, my everything.

Having her by my side through all of this was the greatest blessing.

We'd been through so much together, the good and the bad, and our bond had only grown stronger.

Seeing her with Chasey, the way she doted on our little girl, made my heart swell.

She was a natural, and watching her in her element as a mom was truly awe-inspiring. I couldn't imagine going through this journey with anyone else.

It was a strange feeling, being home and away from the wrestling world for a while. The roar of the crowd, the rush of adrenaline in the ring - I missed it, no doubt.

But in that moment, with my family surrounding me, I wouldn't have traded it for anything.

The WWE could wait; my kids needed me, and that's where I needed to be. I relished the quiet moments, the simple joys of being a dad.

Taking Destiny out for her driving lessons, cuddling Chasey as she drifted off to sleep, tossing a ball around with Gunner in the backyard.

These were the moments that truly mattered, the ones that would stay with me long after the bright lights of the wrestling world had faded.

And let me tell you, it was no easy feat keeping up with those three. Destiny was always on the go, whether it was hanging out with friends or hitting the books.

Gunner had his own social life and extracurricular activities to juggle. And Chasey, well, she kept us on our toes with her constant needs and demands.

But I wouldn't have had it any other way. Watching my kids grow and thrive, seeing the unique individuals they were blossoming into - it was the greatest gift I could ever ask for.

Sure, there were challenges along the way. Adjusting to life at home after the high-octane world of professional wrestling wasn't always easy.

And there were times when I missed the roar of the crowd, the rush of being in the ring.

But in those moments, I'd look at my family, and everything else would fade away.

This was where I belonged, this was my true calling. Being a dad, being there for my kids - that was the greatest title I could ever hold.

As the months passed, I savored every moment, knowing that it wouldn't be long before I'd have to return to the WWE.

But for now, I was content to bask in the simple joys of family life, to watch my kids grow and thrive. Destiny was becoming more and more independent, and I could see the strong, confident woman she was destined to become.

Gunner was finding his path, and I was so proud of the young man he was turning into. And little Chasey, well, she was the apple of my eye. Seeing her tiny face light up with that infectious giggle, was a reminder of just how precious and fleeting these moments were.

So, I soaked it all in, treasuring every second.

Because I knew that all too soon, I'd be back on the road, chasing my dreams in the wrestling world. But no matter where life took me, no matter how far I traveled, my family would always be my true home.

They were the heart and soul of my world, the reason I fought so hard, the reason I kept pushing forward. And in the end, that was all that truly mattered.