33 and 5...
Sorry I wasn't around yesterday. I had the honor of marrying two awesome people Stephanie and Vinny. Performing the ceremony and helping them enter into a new stage of their life together. To see the love that these two shared, was a truly awesome thing.
Today, is the 5th Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. To one day help start a family, then the next be reminded how everything can be taken away from you in a split second, was definitely a wake up call this morning!
Today, the TV Land channel is showing Extreme Home Makeover all day, but it's all of the episodes where they helped Katrina victims. It just amazing how much devastation was actually done by the huricane.
As you go through out your day today, be reminded of what you have and be thankful. We never really know what we have until it's gone...
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
33 and 3...
A long time ago a little boy was looking out his screened in window...he was too young to realize how high off the ground that window really was. He was just so interested on what was going on outside. He yearned to go outside; to play outside; to be free.
He was looking so hard he didn't realize that the screen he was leaning on was becoming loose. Before he knew it, out the window he plummeted. Down, and down he fell...silence.
Three stories down. One yard away from concrete the boy lay screaming out in pain. One broken arm and one fractured skull. All he wanted now was his mommy. " Mommy, Mommy, where are you?" he thought.
Off of the ground he went before he realized what was happening. Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision. He had no idea what was happening or who had him. Pain was the only thing he knew at this point and that was the only thing he felt.
Once the calm came he realized he was finally with his mother. The experiences were more then he could bear and something that he would barely remember when he was older.
When I was two, almost three, this was the most dramatic thing that ever happened to me. Or was it? Physically yes, mentally probably not. What I mean by that is, my mother and birth father were divorced when I was three years old.
Although I am 33 years old now, and I have what I call three different dads, it's still something that weighs heavy on my mind every once in a while. I don't blame anyone really, my parents were young and sometimes I don't think they thought everything through. But that's a subject for another time.
I look at my children everyday, and I can't bare the thought of not having them around. I can't help but hurt when one of them gets hurt.
If you are reading this and you have children, I pray that every night if you have the opportunity that you hold them tight, or tell them that you love them.
If I had fallen three feet in the wrong direction, I don't think I would be here writing this blog today...
A long time ago a little boy was looking out his screened in window...he was too young to realize how high off the ground that window really was. He was just so interested on what was going on outside. He yearned to go outside; to play outside; to be free.
He was looking so hard he didn't realize that the screen he was leaning on was becoming loose. Before he knew it, out the window he plummeted. Down, and down he fell...silence.
Three stories down. One yard away from concrete the boy lay screaming out in pain. One broken arm and one fractured skull. All he wanted now was his mommy. " Mommy, Mommy, where are you?" he thought.
Off of the ground he went before he realized what was happening. Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision. He had no idea what was happening or who had him. Pain was the only thing he knew at this point and that was the only thing he felt.
Once the calm came he realized he was finally with his mother. The experiences were more then he could bear and something that he would barely remember when he was older.
When I was two, almost three, this was the most dramatic thing that ever happened to me. Or was it? Physically yes, mentally probably not. What I mean by that is, my mother and birth father were divorced when I was three years old.
Although I am 33 years old now, and I have what I call three different dads, it's still something that weighs heavy on my mind every once in a while. I don't blame anyone really, my parents were young and sometimes I don't think they thought everything through. But that's a subject for another time.
I look at my children everyday, and I can't bare the thought of not having them around. I can't help but hurt when one of them gets hurt.
If you are reading this and you have children, I pray that every night if you have the opportunity that you hold them tight, or tell them that you love them.
If I had fallen three feet in the wrong direction, I don't think I would be here writing this blog today...
Thursday, August 26, 2010
33 and 2...
What a day! Funeral, School Meeting, ER, Mom's Birthday part...in that order.
While preparing for the funeral, which I performed the service for, I got a good smack in the face with a dose of life is truly precious.
I already knew this in the back of my head, but when you watch one of your best friends deal with the loss, from an outside perspective, it allows your eyes to be opened to the true reality of the situation. One day you can be talking to your loved one, the next day they are gone. When my grandfather died, I knew it was coming. I mean he was in Hospice, so it was a gimme. But I really wasn't prepared. What I mean is, he had so much to provide, there was so much I could have learned from him, and I will never get that chance now.
When I hold my children, there are moments when I realize that they could be gone tomorrow. You hear the stories on the news of children dying from who knows what. I can barely sthand to hear those stories, let alone think that could happen to one of my kids.
Then my wife has these wicked sharp pains in her head, and we go to the ER and the doc starts talking about brain bleeds, and other funky things. Thank God, all the tests came back negative...but what if?
I have realized today, that I need to grasp every moment that I get with the ones that I love and cherish it to it's fullest. At least that's the plan...
God help me take each moment as the gift you present it as...allow me to see each day as an opportunity to be blessed by those around me...Push me to be the man that I need to be and in the likeness of Christ.
-Amen!
What a day! Funeral, School Meeting, ER, Mom's Birthday part...in that order.
While preparing for the funeral, which I performed the service for, I got a good smack in the face with a dose of life is truly precious.
I already knew this in the back of my head, but when you watch one of your best friends deal with the loss, from an outside perspective, it allows your eyes to be opened to the true reality of the situation. One day you can be talking to your loved one, the next day they are gone. When my grandfather died, I knew it was coming. I mean he was in Hospice, so it was a gimme. But I really wasn't prepared. What I mean is, he had so much to provide, there was so much I could have learned from him, and I will never get that chance now.
When I hold my children, there are moments when I realize that they could be gone tomorrow. You hear the stories on the news of children dying from who knows what. I can barely sthand to hear those stories, let alone think that could happen to one of my kids.
Then my wife has these wicked sharp pains in her head, and we go to the ER and the doc starts talking about brain bleeds, and other funky things. Thank God, all the tests came back negative...but what if?
I have realized today, that I need to grasp every moment that I get with the ones that I love and cherish it to it's fullest. At least that's the plan...
God help me take each moment as the gift you present it as...allow me to see each day as an opportunity to be blessed by those around me...Push me to be the man that I need to be and in the likeness of Christ.
-Amen!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
I have decided I am going to attempt to blog my life on a daily basis and be completely honest with my readers. Yesterday, I turned 33 years old. Unknown to my family, it kind of hit my like a ton of bricks. I make the reference that Christ died at the age of 33. But of course, he accomplished so much. Me...not so much, well at least no miracles.
In the 33 years of my life this is what I have accomplished:
* Survived Marine Corps boot camp
* Been to Australia
* Traveled to Somalia
* Been married twice
* Become a father
* Graduated college
* Won an award for an art project...even though it was in the 7th Grade
* Created a children's book, even though it hasn't been published
* Become ordained
* Started a business
* I have moved over 26 times in my life
What do I really want to accomplish:
I want to draw more. I used to draw all the time, I used to paint all the time. I have no inspiration anymore.
I want to read more!
I want to laugh more.
I want to go to Scotland, Hawaii, Paris, Egypt, Ireland.
I want to get a full sleeve of tattoos
I want to own a Mustang Shelby Cobra
I want a group of friends that I could rely on for anything
I want to work in the ministry again
I want to each Sushi in Japan
I want to learn Martial Arts and become a black belt
I am sure there are other things I wan to do, but that's all I can think of.
Maybe you will join me on my journey...
In the 33 years of my life this is what I have accomplished:
* Survived Marine Corps boot camp
* Been to Australia
* Traveled to Somalia
* Been married twice
* Become a father
* Graduated college
* Won an award for an art project...even though it was in the 7th Grade
* Created a children's book, even though it hasn't been published
* Become ordained
* Started a business
* I have moved over 26 times in my life
What do I really want to accomplish:
I want to draw more. I used to draw all the time, I used to paint all the time. I have no inspiration anymore.
I want to read more!
I want to laugh more.
I want to go to Scotland, Hawaii, Paris, Egypt, Ireland.
I want to get a full sleeve of tattoos
I want to own a Mustang Shelby Cobra
I want a group of friends that I could rely on for anything
I want to work in the ministry again
I want to each Sushi in Japan
I want to learn Martial Arts and become a black belt
I am sure there are other things I wan to do, but that's all I can think of.
Maybe you will join me on my journey...
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Exhausted...
I am completely exhausted, and I don't like it. I am sick of being sick...lol. It makes me cranky, not that I wasn't already. But geesh, enough it enough right!? As I spend my day taking care of my issues, I watch my children run care free through the house while they stop for maybe a minute or two stare at Spongebob then move on.
I don't know who I envy more, my children or Spongebob. Carefree is the key word here. I want to be carefree. I feel so pint up with frustration and just grrrr! My shoulders are so tense they are up by my ears.
Help!?
I am completely exhausted, and I don't like it. I am sick of being sick...lol. It makes me cranky, not that I wasn't already. But geesh, enough it enough right!? As I spend my day taking care of my issues, I watch my children run care free through the house while they stop for maybe a minute or two stare at Spongebob then move on.
I don't know who I envy more, my children or Spongebob. Carefree is the key word here. I want to be carefree. I feel so pint up with frustration and just grrrr! My shoulders are so tense they are up by my ears.
Help!?
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