Not posting anything here anymore.. time to go figure some shit out. Later.
Don’t tell your man what he don’t do right
Nor tell him all the things that make you cry
But check yourself for your own shit
And don’t be making out like it’s all his
Take a look around the world
You see such bad things happening
There are many good men
Ask yourself is he one of them
The deadliest of sin is pride
Make you feel like you’re always right
But they’re always two sides
It takes two to make love, two to make a life
Take a look around the world
You see such mad things happening
There are few good men
Thank your lucky star that he’s one of them
Today my son is seven years old.
Seven. Years. Gone in what feels like seconds.
I can still remember his smell as a baby. It is one of those things only a parent can relate to. His touch, the subtle sounds he made and the warmth of his skin when he slept. All of those things come flooding back when I stop to think about it.
That moment in time that I thought would last forever is.. gone. The memories will always remain.
Today my son is in first grade. He is learning to speak Spanish and his teacher tells me he is one of the best in his class. He is never shy (unlike his father), but will clam up the minute we ask him to speak Spanish. His confidence will come with age.
The boy is growing tall and his legs are long. He is in constant motion, even while sleeping.
His mind is curious and ever expanding with a thirst for knowledge that I envy. He is excited to learn and full of questions, sometimes so many, you feel like you are drowning in them.
He is stubborn, like his father. We fight about things that make no sense to me.
This year we built our own small garden together. Tomatoes and strawberries were the primary plants with lots of flowers thrown in to the mix. The tomatoes were never ending and we created sauce and salsa with them. Cultivated by the hands of this child who enjoyed watering them as much as I enjoyed watching him do it.
We share of love of the outdoors. This summer we spent time at the ocean, baseball games, camping, swimming, walking and hiking together.
We love to play Minecraft and Terraria on the Xbox. It makes us work as a team and pushes us to be creative together. Some people don’t understand it and that is fine with me. We laugh and bond.
I can still carry Alex. He weighs almost 50 pounds awake but feels double that when he sleeps. I’m not sure science will ever figure out why that happens.
My son still loves to cuddle and hug and kiss me. He is not afraid to show his affection in front of his friends, or anyone for that matter.
I am terrified that he is growing up, but excited at the same time. I cannot wait to watch him grow and am curious about what he will become.
He has saved my life more than I can ever explain. He has taught me unconditional love and how to be a better man, and father, than I thought possible.
I take all of these moments in. Every single one. Snapshot them in my mind. Making and keeping new memories.
Love you kiddo, you are everything I have ever wanted in a son and more.
“There is nothing in the world more shameful than establishing one’s self on lies and fables.”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe