It’s Been Awhile, But Epic Adventures Await!

Dear Lincoln,

Today is June 13th, in fact Friday the 13th and I just realized that I haven’t written to you since January.  JANUARY??  REALLY? That’s inexcusable.  I mean it’s not like I haven’t had time.  There’s plenty of time in a day, between working, the honey-do list from Nana, church, early morning quiet time with the Lord, writing on my other blog My52sundays.wordpress.com, there is still time to write to you.  Oh wait, did I mention that from the time I get up, or get home, you and I are on a non-stop adventure.  As a matter of fact I don’t get time to write for either of my blogs and that’s okay.  My time is better spent following God’s plan and right now that’s spending time with you.

I have and always will, put everything after you.

You want to chase a train, I’m there!

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You want to jump off the dock, non-stop for hours, I’m there!

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You want to spend the day taking pictures, I’m there!

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Help cut up a watermelon and then devour it, OH YEAH I’m there!

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Parades and hot dogs, I’m there!

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Face painting war, you bet I’m there!

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You want to help me with every project Nana gives me, you’re my number 1 helper. (sorry little buddy, there was no blade in that knife)

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You want to go out and pick flowers for momma, I’m right there with ya.

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You bring me more joy and happiness than I could ever explain.  I’m sorry I haven’t written more lately, but every moment with you, doing things, being together, enjoying every silly moment, laughing uncontrollably, the epic adventures that only you and I have had, the stories we share, those are the things that I hope I have written on your heart and in your memory.  You and I are doer’s, we show fear no mercy.  One day stories will be told of our exploits and little children will gather in awe.

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I love you little man, much more than I can express, just know that you bring me so much joy,  Puppa

You Can Be The Difference

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Dear Lincoln,

A couple years ago Conan O’Brien was fired by NBC after 7 months of hosting the Tonight Show. The way they treated him was unfortunate and arguably unfair. Conan, of course, was hurt, devastated, mad, upset, the list can go on.  In an age where Kanye West can cast insults upon insults after being insulted, where Miley Cyrus acts anyway she wants and struts around stating that she could care less what people think, Conan O’Brien modeled remarkable wisdom, if not counter-intuitive integrity.

When it came time to say his farewell, he stepped to the microphone and gave one of the most remarkable speeches in pop-culture history.

Little buddy I want you to watch this video of his speech.  The video uses some typography that came from a project out of Oklahoma State University. Please listen carefully, take notes, and remember that your actions will define how others see you.  Everyday I pray that God will guide you in your thoughts and actions, that He will bring people into your life that will set the example for you to follow so that you will grow into the man I know you will be.  A man of integrity, compassion, love, devotion, faith, a man of action and not a spectator on the sidelines of life.

Many will tell you that one man cannot change the world.  I tell you one man can.  If each one of us wakes every morning and looks into the mirror and tells that person looking back that you can be the difference, that it all starts with you, that you can be the example, that you are the driving force that will make this world a better place.  The world will change, and it starts with you.

“Integrity is not what you do when someone is watching, it’s what you do when no one is watching.  And God is always watching!”

Puppa

I love you little man, to the moon and back, Puppa.

A Note From Momma on Thanksgiving

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Dear Lincoln,

The following is what your momma posted on Facebook on Thanksgiving.

Today I am thankful for all God has blessed me with. Though, I am saddened by how many are going to miss out on being with their families because Black Friday has taken over Thanksgiving. I’m thankful to instill in my son the importance of presence over presents. Time is fleeting, cherish your loved ones and give thanks for what God has already given. Happy Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving was a day of doing crafts with your momma, watching the parade on TV, napping, playing and a fantastic dinner prepared by Nana.  You and your momma spent the day just like she said, ” giving thanks for what God has already given.” I love your momma so much, she turned out pretty darn good.  Make sure you take care of her.

I love you little man, Puppa

 

Happy 2nd B-Day!

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Dear Lincoln my little man,

I know, I know, it’s been 2 months since I last wrote to you on this blog. But you will find that doesn’t mean I haven’t wrote to you at all. As I have told you before, I have several notebooks that I write in all the time. I just haven’t gotten on the computer that much.

Life with you is much more than an adventure, it’s awesome! It’s also a learning experience. Everyday I learn more about myself and the way I look at life. At 2 years old you show more love, compassion, and joy than most adults. I have watched you put a smile on peoples faces that appear to have lost that simple joy of feeling happy.

For your 2nd birthday your momma thought it would be great to spend the day at Spicers Orchard, and boy was she right. You had a blast picking apples, pumpkin hunting, playing with other kids, and lets not forget the cider and pumpkin doughnuts.

Someday when you read these letters I can only hope and pray that you know how deeply you are loved little man.

From here to the moon I love you, Puppa

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Looking Back at The 4th of July

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Dear Lincoln,

I told you I would catch up on some writing today and I just had to share some photo’s from the 4th of July parade.We had a great time.  It was just you, me and Nana because momma had to work.  We had a blast little man!  The highlight was when the horses came by.  You got so excited and wanted to pet one of them in the worst way.  One rider noticed you in all of your excitement and pulled out of formation and came over to let you pet his horse.  It made your day.  This is just another example that there are good people out there that are willing to go out of there way to brighten someones day.

I love you little man, Puppa.
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Grandma Boo is with God

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Dear Lincoln,

I know it has been sometime since I wrote to you on this blog, about 2 months, but believe me I have wrote a lot in my many notebooks, iPhone Apps, iPad, and the many pieces of scrap paper and napkins I grab in a hurry.  It’s just been difficult to sit at the computer and type it out as we have been very busy the last few months.  I have some time today so I thought I would write a few letters to you and this first one is about Great Grandma Boo.

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You have been a big part of helping Great Grandma Boo in her fight with cancer.  Now you may not believe that but your visits with her brightened her days and brought so much joy to her.  You have shown an uncanny knack of knowing when someone is hurting and you respond with such compassion for someone so young.  You melted her heart each time you would place your tiny little hands on her face and shower her with gently kisses.  Unfortunately Great Grandma Boo passed away on July 31, she is now no longer in pain and is with God and Great Grandpa Buck.

Little man, Boo was Nana’s momma, and my mother in-law.  The dictionary defines the term mother-in-law as – the mother of your spouse – a relative by marriage.  I have never been able to use that term with Boo, she has and always will be my mom.  I could write pages upon pages about Boo.  How she raised 4 girls into incredible women of God, her love for her husband of 58 years, how she turned a wayward boy into a man, how she instilled love, worship, family, integrity….did I mention love?, into every child, grandchild and great grandchild in her family.  I could write about how she cared for the love of her life until last June when he lost his battle with cancer.  How she found out only weeks later that she too had cancer and was told she had 3 months.  I could write about how she fought, prayed, loved, and held tight to her faith that in the end God has a plan.  I could write about the joy, the laughter, the guidance and the love she shared with all that were blessed enough to know her.  I could, I could write and write and write, but I won’t, not now.  Lincoln I want to share with you what your Uncle Jesse wrote and asked me to read at Great Grandma Boo’s funeral.

Keep love in your heart….. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.-Oscar Wilde

Daughter, Sister, Mother, Aunt, Grandmother, Great Grandmother…… This is the natural progression of a Woman. It is an inevitable progression of life. But what do those titles mean? What makes you a Mother or a Grandmother? What defines you after your days have passed? What defines your legacy? Your legacy is no more than a tiny footprint in the fabric of time. Legacy is a term most often associated with men of great achievements; men of war, power, or great intellect. They leave something lasting for the people of the world. But what of the smaller footprints in the sand? Are they less important, less meaningful? What happens when the small foot prints branch off into tiny ones, and then divide again? These are the footprints of every woman that has strode side by side with her husband, best friend and partner. Their lives so intertwined that often the tracks are indistinguishable from one another.

There is a common quote we hear….. “Behind every great man there is a great women”; unfortunately this is terribly inaccurate. As any couple can profess there are many times there is a single set of tracks to follow. Those are the instances that a woman must step forward and carry her partner through a moment of weakness. The only time she may falter or fall behind are deviations she must take in order to look after her own daughters, or grandchildren. She is the mother, she must not let harm befall her flock. She is the torchbearer, a rallying point, a light in the darkness for her offspring. This is no easy task as any matriarch can attest to, all throughout the cycle of life it is the matriarch that is the binding glue that holds the family group together. While the men fight their fights, harvest their crops, and dream of glory the mother is left holding the end of each delicate string, weaving them into a family tapestry.

Mom was the matriarch of her pride, a proud family. Every person sitting here today has been shadowed by her tracks in the sand. She was the driving force behind a much loved patriarch. Often times she was the quiet force without the mane; but when needed a fierce protector of her family or the gentle guiding hand for a daughter or grandchild. We know that there was nothing in her life more important than her pride,….. her family. No one knows a mother’s love like her own offspring, and each one of those cubs have grown and guide a pride of their own. Sometimes the love is shadowed in a harsh hard or a hard lesson. But inside you know that the matriarch is doing her best to guide you to the path in the sand so you may leave your own prints, branching off ever more; but forever alongside your husband, partner and best friend, as she did.

Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. I give thanks to my God upon every remembrance of you. ~Philippians 1:2-3 

Lincoln I pray that God blesses you each and every day, I love you little man, Puppa

Date A Girl Who Reads

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Dear Lincoln,

Please read this and you will understand my love of reading and why I always say date a girl who reads.

I love you little man, Puppa

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

By Rosemarie Urquico