All good things must come to an end?
Well, school is back in session tomorrow, while I would love to say I am happy about that, I’m not really. It has been awesome to have some time with my girls. That is just something I don’t normally get while they are in school since I work second shift. Sure they might drive me crazy once in awhile and I have very little free time when they are out of school but those are sacrifices that I am willing to make. Getting to bond with the two coolest little girls around, and having time with my wife since she took vacation too, it was great.
On the semi-bright side, I will be able to blog more again, but is that really a worthwhile thing? Being there when my girls need me, that is worthwhile! Holding their hands in mine, playing games, those are the things that make the day a lot brighter. I may joke about their being the spawn of satan, but really, they are mine through and through. Good or bad, there is no denying that they have taken on some of my characteristics.
Desi can be as sweet as honey but turn bitter when things don’t quite work out the way she wanted. Anna, she is a brooder, she will sit and stew in her own juices until well done or just break down and cry for little or no reason. There are days when I can look at both of them and see a reflection of me at their age. Those are the days that can really hurt me too. I don’t want them to have to deal with things that I did, I want to get them through the rough patches without them being affected in a negative way. Sure we all have to learn life lessons, but I want to protect them from the harder ones if at all possible. I want the best for them and nothing less will do.
I really want to hold on to the times we share, you know, save time in a bottle, but my bottle lost it’s stopper a long time ago. Seems like some of the good stuff leaks out now. That is the reason I blog and photograph when all else fails I will still have these records to remind me of all the fun we had and all the troubles. To some my writing may seem mindless drivel but to me, it is priceless, something to hold together the strands of time so they don’t get away from me. Sometimes I feel like the guy chasing his kite down the beach, that string is just slightly out of reach, bobbing and weaving and trying to elude me at every twist and turn.
With that I bid you a good night may God bless you richly and eternally.
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Wheweee. This looks like a nice long, newsy post. Unfortunately, I’m on my way out the door and since I want to give this my full attention, I’ll be back after work. Don’t go anywhere!
Let me get this out of the way so I can commence with the gushing… Do you know your blog doesn’t remember me? (Have to type in my name, etc. each time) Or it just a case of your blog having no idea who I am? (sorry, that was a jab. I’m still hurting over the card incident ;-P)
Now for the gushing… I lovelovelove this post! Although I never consider your writing to be drivel, this is, far and above, your best piece of writing. You should write always about what you love and what’s dearest to your heart. The emotion and sincerity literally jump out and grab you
by the, um, throat.. Your family is very, very lucky, Jeff. As lucky as youNot sure why it is doing this but I will look into it!Yay! and thanks. You just improved my quality of life by, oh, I don’t know, 4% at least! Every bit counts, you know?