March 2013 in Photo’s

Dear Lincoln,

Sorry I haven’t wrote in a while little buddy, but it’s been quite busy this month.  Between Grandma Boo and her cancer treatments and Aunt Carlee and Uncle Jesse welcoming their little baby girl into the world (your cousin Huxlee), work and spending time with you I just haven’t had the time to write.  But on the upside, we have spent a ton of time together and truth be told thats a lot more fun than writing.

I don’t have much time right now but I thought I would post some photo’s from March and as soon as I can I will write.  There is still so much to tell you, and so many photo’s to share from St. Patty’s Day, our trip to Georgia to see your new cousin Huxlee, Easter with Grandma Boo, and so much more.  But for now here’s a little of March.

I love you little man, Puppa


You are You-Nique

Dear Lincoln,

On Sundays I enjoy the early mornings with a nice cup of hot coffee, reflecting on the weeks activities and a little bible reading.  Today I want to share with you what I read this morning.

“Let us not become boastful, challenging one another, envying one another.”  Galatians 5:26

As a whole, secular thinking doesn’t believe that God made you you-nique.  What secular thinking does believe simply is that “You can be anything you want to be.”

Be a writer if you want to, a photographer if you please.  Be President of the United States if you really want.  You can be anything you want to be.  But can you really?  If God didn’t give you the gift of words of a writer, the eye and patience of a photographer, or the world vision of a president, can you really be one?  Perhaps an unhappy and dissatisfied one.  But a happy, fulfilled one? No.  An acorn cannot become a daisy, a mayfly cannot become a eagle, and lead cannot become gold.  You cannot be anything you want to be.

But you can be everything God wants you to be.

The message here Lincoln is that each of us is an original.

I love you, Puppa

“Into the Mystic”

Dear Lincoln,

Let’s talk about music today. Just like your momma and everyone else in our family, you truly love all types of music. When your momma was growing up Nana and I exposed her to all types of music, pop, rock, country, jazz, blues, gospel, classical, pretty much everything. You love to listen to music and when a song comes on that resonates in you you direct all your attention to the direction of where the music is coming from. Depending on the song you will get quiet, mellow, or start to dance, but always a smile appears on your face.

Now I can say that you do enjoy all types of music like your momma. Your momma has made sure that you hear a variety of music, but today I wanna talk about one particular song, “Into the Mystic”. I played this song the first time I rocked you to sleep. You were a little fussy, but as soon as you heard this song you quieted right down, snuggled your head into my neck and soon were fast asleep. Ever since then when I lay you down for a nap I play this song and you become very peaceful with a small smile on your face. I guess you could say this is our song. I think your drawn to this song for the same reason I am, it has a soothing, calm, medium-paced tempo.

“Into the Mystic” was written by Northern Irish singer-songwriter Van Morrison and featured on his 1970 album Moondance and is among the most popular songs doctors listen to while operating. The song was recorded during the Moondance sessions at A&R Recording Studios in New York City between September and November 1969.
The lyrics are about a spiritual quest, typical of Morrison’s work. Bass thrums like a boat in motion, and the song comes back to water as a means of magical transformation. Compared to “Yesterday” by The Beatles, It has been described as “another song where the music and the words seem to have been born together, at the same time, to make one perfectly formed, complete artistic element.“

In an interview Morrison said this about the song: “Originally I wrote it as ‘Into the Misty’. But later I thought that it had something of an ethereal feeling to it so I called it ‘Into the Mystic’. That song is kind of funny because when it came time to send the lyrics in WB Music, I couldn’t figure out what to send them. Because really the song has two sets of lyrics. For example, there’s ‘I was born before the wind’ and ‘I was borne before the wind’, and also ‘Also younger than the son, Ere the bonny boat was one’ and ‘All so younger than the son, Ere the bonny boat was won’ … I guess the song is just about being part of the universe.”

Here are the lyrics to the song that I have sung to you more times than I can count.

We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it
I don’t have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will float into the mystic
Come on girl…

As always Lincoln, I love you all the way to the moon and back, Puppa


5 Fears Of Being A Father

My day-to-day activities don’t revolve around fear, but I am aware of the fragile nature of life.  I maintain a healthy respect for life and all the dangers that lurk around us everyday.  When I became a father, my responsibilities changed more than I could have ever imagined.  And with that responsibility came a great sense of accomplishment and pride. What scares me the most are things that can take that away.

Loss Of A Child

To this day, nothing in this world scares me more than the thought of losing one of my daughters.  I could not imagine living in a world without the amazing spirit’s of my daughters. They make my days brighter in every way imaginable. Without them, my world would have no inspiration, love or sunshine.  Everyday I am thankful because I am undeserving of such  beautiful and healthy daughter’s. I know there are many parents and children out there that are not so lucky. They battle life and loss to a degree that I can’t imagine and for that, they are much stronger than me. My heart goes out to any parent that has had to suffer the loss of a child.

Loss Of My Wife

Next to losing one of my children, losing my wife is one of my biggest fears. I never questioned my ability to raise my daughters alone, but losing my wife, their mother, would be devastating.  It would have affected the way I would be as a man and as a father. I feel very strongly about kids being raised in a house with a mom and a dad and my wife provides so much balance in my life and in my daughter’s life.  I couldn’t bear to see my children grow up without their mother. I couldn’t bear to see my grand children grow up without their grandmother.

Loss Of Interaction

There is nothing more magical in this world than being part of a child’s world and helping them grow up. When I was with one of my daughter’s and she was figuring out something for the first time or just having a good time, I would be beside myself with happiness. It became such a part of my daily routine that I couldn’t imagine not being there as she grows up.  Can you imagine never seeing your children open another Christmas present? learn to ride a bike? ace a test? graduate high school? get married?  I know some loss is inevitable as kids grow older and my role as father will change over time. Everyday when I dropped off my daughter’s at school I couldn’t help but think “What if I lose all this?”

Loss Of Love

I want my daughter’s to call me 20 years from now and still love their dad that same way they do now — Okay, they don’t love me as much as they love their mom but I don’t want to give them a reason not to love me.  My heart melts every time one of my daughter’s give me a hug or when they ask me to help them with something. I never want to lose that! I never want to give them a reason to never need or love their dad. I think this is another thing that dads have to work on.  Just like we do with our wives, we need to build our relationships with our children. We need to learn what they love, learn their fears and learn their dreams.

Loss Of My Self

People change…we all change. I don’t expect to be the exact same person 20 years from now as I am today. What scares me is the thought of loosing my sense of responsibility as a father to my daughter’s. If I lose my self then who will they turn to in times of need and hardship?  I don’t want to become apathetic about being a father. I never want to give up trying to become a better father for my daughter’s.

I’m not sure WHY you might give up trying to be a father – but that’s what scares me.

2 Year Anniversary

Dear Lincoln,

Today is your Momma and Daddy’s 2 year wedding anniversary.  The following is the wedding vows I wrote for your parents.


You are not the air that I breathe,

You are the sweet scent that drifts upon it

You are not the sounds that I hear,

You are the music of my life

You are not the food that I need,

You are the nourishment of my soul

You are not my will to survive

You are my reason for living

It is with you that I experience the wonders of the world

It is with you that I triumph over the challenges in my path

It is your partnership that will lead me to the fulfillment of my dreams

It is your friendship that guides me as I grow and learn

It is your patience and wisdom that calms my restless nature

It is through you that I know my true self

I do not take you for granted,

I cherish you

I do not need you,

I choose you

I choose you today in witness of all the people who love us

I choose you tomorrow in the privacy of our hearts

I choose you in strength and weakness

I choose you in health and in sickness

I choose you in joy and sorrow

I will choose you, over all others, every day for all the days of my life

I Love You, I like Sunny Days

I recently had a discussion with 2 co-workers about love. They were talking about the love they have for their spouses. The problem I had was how they described their love. Nowadays we attach the word LOVE to everything, I love pizza, I love animals, I love sleeping in, I love sunny days, I love…and the list goes on. I like those things, I don’t LOVE them. And love shouldn’t be directed to what someone does for you. If that was the case I would be love with the cook at Captain Joe’s, because that guy can cook a steak just the way I LIKE it. My co-workers said they loved their spouses because “she always makes me coffee in the morning, she makes the greatest chili, she irons my clothes, ” etc. My wife does all those things too, and I like that she does that for me, but I don’t love her for doing those things. My love for her is much more. My love for her is measured by the degree of my sacrifice for her. When you deeply love someone, you’ll do a lot of difficult, challenging, or painful things for him or her that you would never do for anyone else. Love means going out of your way to be a servant. Try as I might, I may never love as much as my wife does, for she sacrifices so much of herself for me, her daughters, the two other men in her life (her son in-laws), her grandson, and her family. The funny thing is, is that she doesn’t know she sacrifices anything, all she knows is that she loves us. Now, more then any other time, we need to teach our children what to like, and how to love.

1 Corinthians 13 4-8
Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails;

I love you Lincoln, Puppa

Nana and Lincoln, two great loves of my life

The Me Hoe Song

Dear Lincoln,

When I used to work late at night your Nana would get your mom and Aunt Carlee ready for bed, and they would stay awake in their beds until I got home and tucked them in and said their prayers with them.  This nightly ritual included having to sing them a song or two. One such evening they wouldn’t rest until I sang the Me Hoe song, which I had no clue about. So I made something up, but it wouldn’t do. All that would work was the song that ended “coming for to carry Me Hoe”.

Lincoln you are so much like your Momma

I love you Lincoln, Puppa