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Some People’s Children.

March 13th, 2018

Tonight will be my daughters’ first live NHL game and we are all quite excited. Why it’s taken this long to take them, I guess the only answer is priorities. No one in this household are sports fans on any level so that could explain it. Used to feel like I couldn’t afford certain luxuries either so now being in a more stable place financially bada boom, tonight is a go.

Nothing like a live concert or sporting event, even for the lesser sports enthusiasts. The excitement in the air, not to mention that scent of hot popcorn mingled with stale nine dollar beer. The roar of the crowd. The back and forth action. And all through the eyes and ears of two very special little girls.

Took them and my son to see the film The Greatest Showman the other day. Besides the point but I don’t know how this flick went under my radar but wow, seeing it late matters not as it is an absolutely fantastic movie on every level. The joy I received, not only from the movie, but from looking over from time to time at my daughters to catch a glimpse of them beaming, dancing in their seats and just completely absorbed in a beautiful experience. To see through their eyes.

Sometimes I wish I could see everything through their eyes. They aren’t toddlers but their disability allows them to just be so… new. Innocent. In the moment. Maybe it has nothing to do with a disability. Maybe they are just naturally the sweetest. Whatever it is, there is nothing like them.

I stepped out last night for a coffee date. Gone about an hour, tops. What do I come home to? “Daddy, we missed you so much,” followed by hugs and kisses. Most of the monotony of my life, I do take for granted, I’ll be the first to admit. But moments like those, and sometimes it’s a daily thing, I stop and let the love in. The warm fuzzies, as it were.

There is nothing like being loved. Feeling adored. There have been those that have given up and walked away, and then there are these two little angels whom I couldn’t lose their love if I tried. Some too have failed them and broken their innocent little hearts but they know daddy would never. And it’s that comfort that allows them to be so innocent and thriving. Thank you, Lord.
Damsel.

November 29th, 2017

She wavered, though for a second but seemingly a small eternity in her mind. And the glance that followed.. he could have called it had he been that kind of man. What can happen in the blink of an eye is never to be overstated and is too often missed. These are the most important milli-moments of our lives. One cannot backtrack to see all the misses. We can only consider ourselves way more observant from this day forward.

In the now resides the glance. The way she flips her hair or plays with it. She licks her lips. Fidgets. Breathes basically. Anything less she does, the more she’s into it.

Then there’s the machine gun texts. If I blink, I’ll miss the most important thread ever. It’s all ultra meaningful; the little things that let me into her world. No one keeping score, just full-on attentiveness. Hot blue waves of electricity shooting back and forth, as though set in a perma-ricochet loop, each bounce feeding the supply.

With that strong connection, everything moves double time. I know not a thing of literal foundation building but I can imagine it’s an awful lot like the metaphorical one which I am far more adept at. I can remember these moments in memorable relationships that actually went anywhere and it is times like them that I yearn for again. Thrilling, enticing, emotionally bridging, beautiful. As though only two exist. Two soon to become one.

Back to that glance. She chose you. And that’s all that matters. You’ve got this. You are in love! It’s perfect! You have promised each other in quiet of the coldest night imaginable undying love, from this life to the next. There is no world outside. No one else. Only us and we are one. Unbreakable and marked in the presence of God himself.

And so it goes. Never to be alone again. The marvel of marriage. Something I will never know.

But I remember the eyes. And those warm, almost heavenly exchanges of what seemed like genuine love. And I was a part of it. That is what I have to remember.

Tag: eyes

Some People’s Children.

Damsel.