Babies to Boys to Men.

Babies to boys to men and ALL the inbetween!

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Some don’t.

Is there a purpose?

I was born to live for SO many things. . .

I want to watch my kids grow up.
I want to watch them love.
I will watch them cry.
I want them to FEEL life.
I will watch them hurt. . . and it will hurt me.

I want to be there when they succeed, see their faces and watch their glow.

I want to be there when they feel they’ve failed and I can assure them they have NOT. (Or suck it up with them and learn whatever can be learned from failing. Share my own failures certainly.)

When they smirk, in that kid kinda smirk they do when they “get it”, when they look at a girl for the first time and she makes them melt, when they confirm they “said their prayers”, when they get their first ticket, when they get dumped and sit in a closet for 2 days strumming the “git fiddle”, when they WIN a talent contest and are too proud to boast about it, rub their back when they drift off to sleep or rub their back when they can't sleep. I will be there when they are up late at night or up early in the morning.

Decisions! (i am listening, encouraging, protecting)
Undecidedness! (i am listening, encouraging, protecting)

I want to watch my kids grow up and keep it with me, take it with me.

They will go forward, forever forward, move on ro the life of their choosing. I will transform like a cameleon from their beacon when they are uncertain to their ghoul when they need to “touch home”. They will go forward, hopefully moving on knowing they are loved, unconditionally, infinitively, forever. (cause they are)Is there a purpose?

Some people search.
Some don’t.

I was born to live for SO many things. . .and am living it today, looking forward to living it tomorrow.

I would never trade it. (and would beat someone to the ground to save it) It’s been my blessing, my honor. Thank you Lord.

Some people search.
I have it.

Thank you.
I will take it with me.