After walking a road, far to worn by the soft foot falls of dashed hopes, broken hearts and the floods of tears that threaten to consume so many hearts, my darling suzanne blessed my life by bringing two wonderful young men into the world. We never gave up hope that pregnancy would stop being the heart of all sadness, and after several years of miscarried dreams, George joined us and filled our lives with joy. Then two years later, lightening struck again... and George found himself being fitted for the crown of big-brother. Edward turns eight years old today. He was a big baby... and that's pretty well the last time anyone would ever say that about him. He has weathered stitches to his head, skin glue on his face, a broken tooth, a corn kernel lodged in his miniature ear, and an endless litany of small dramatic moments... none of which really seemed to phase him. Tough, sneaky, resourceful and always ready to entertain himself, this little man will walk the road ahead with a mischievously smile, a size XXX heart and the emotional range of ... his father. It is with great anticipation that I look towards his future.
If he could read these words... I would want more than anything for him to read that I love and treasure every moment I have with him.
You are one of best reasons that I have to draw breath...
p.s. Ever since I was a little boy... my "lucky numbers" have been 2 and 7. :)
Mother nature has painted today with blue skies, brilliant sunshine... and a bone chilling cold that makes your ski jacket crispy. wearing
~ black ftls
~ old, ripped, faded, and [ :: way comfortable jeans ::
~ b.u.m. confused shirt (thinks it's a short sleeve shirt... but...)planning
~ sit in my kitchen, with my office laptop, and sort through stacks of information... getting a report on "change management" ready for fed department...
~ bask in a wee bit of anticipatory glory... (I ran into a potential client last night at the grocery store who gave me a really positive prospect for a near term engagement!!)
~ tonight? no flippen idea.wishing
~ that kea
drinks in the fun of building that bear... :)
~ for good news and better health to wrap around innerly
~ that arlyn
~ and to send a wave out to a familiar but altogether too long absent friend... nordicgrrl
K... this has to be some kind of dark day for the Bush administration ... I mean, it remains Georgie Poopie-head's stated goal that America must bring freedom and democracy to the world. Oh, and he also vows to "Fight terror where ever the dreaded noun hides."
Yeah, well then a United Nations monitored democratic election, urged by American foreign policy for decades, elects - by an overwhelming majority - a party that lives near the top of the page on the big bad list of international Terrorist Organizations.
So you don't negotiate with terrorists...
Bit of a pickle huh.
Clue: Hamas is a lot more than a bunch of suicide bombers. Doesn't explain suicide bombing... but then again, what makes us think we can understand anything happening on the other side of the planet from our comfy barka loungers?
WOW!!! Leave it to that Oprah... she's all about "Firsts".
Ripping the mask off the scandal of the century... she's gone and opened up a whole Pandora's's box of confusion.
You heard it on Oprah first my friends...
People that write books... So called "authors"... sometimes make shit up.
Can you imagine?
For quite a while now... I've got up in the morning and set about a routine that is designed to do one thing.
I refuse to let the way things always stay hard be a reason to let my one journey through this world be a bummer.
Everybody has their shit. I'm no different.
Everybody has a choice... and you're not different.
So I sit at my desk and forget my plans...
I drop all the urgency that builds up and take a moment to laugh at myself.
That turns into smiles I give you, faces I make at myself, or reflective moments captured briefly for closer examination.
I start my day as me.
Not as a number... an employee... or a debt.
There's time enough for that.
... and know this one thing... (makes a little "one" hand gesture)
If, even once, you've smiled back at me...
Then you know the only reason that counts
in answer to the why behind writing my morning posts.
Time to git.
Smile... somebody may smile back at you.