Happy Mother's Day babe. You are the best mother that our two boys could possibly have. You don't put up with their non-sense, neither do you say nothing when they scream. You show by example that working hard is essential, and that putting your heart into what you do brings the results.
Our two boys are not angels, but they know all too well that they cannot get away with bad behavior. You would not allow it. You would involve both of us at the slightest tinge of rebelliousness from one of them.
I look at you and I know not only that you are the kind of wife that I need, but the mother that our boy's need.
I love you. I'm praying that you have a good day
Monday, May 14, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
The Vow
After watching "The Vow," it makes me think about how much we've changed since meeting each other. More-so for me than for you. You have been more or less unchanging in most of your habits, but I realize that I have changed in a lot of ways.
I find that I have much less patience for your quirks, give much less compliments for your kindness, less thoughtfulness about your needs. It's happening slowly, but I'm becoming the man I once feared; the man I tried not to become--a man of fewer thoughts; a shallower man.
But maybe I am a better man--one more open and understanding of a wider range of people. Perhaps I have become more approachable; more relatable.
The reason? I don't know. It's work I guess--being over my head with work and my children and the whole maze of responsibilities. It's breaking me; changing me; making me one among the masses.
But man, it's been a freaking long time since I've seen a movie that has had this much of an impact on me. Perhaps I have become a man who now shies away from meaningful things. Nowadays I tend to view suspenseful action films, that sincerely have little or no depth. Only times like these when a moral punches in do I realize how far I've (I guess I can say "slid").
Like I said, it's work, and just simply being around shallow people of skin-deep conversation and advice; people with down-to-earth problems and stupid solutions.
For crying out loud, it took that movie to realize something--that I haven't been able to sit down and write like I am right now; to put fingers to keys and type what my mind and heart feel. For months, out of habit, I've attempted, but my thoughts have been mumble-jumble, not to speak of my feelings. Completely disorganized.
This is how people fall out of love; how relationships and marriages grow stale and cold. Small events throughout life cause tension to build up, so slowly that without realizing it over the years you're losing each other. The in-love feelings that you used to feel are forgotten. Work, responsibilities, and duties begin to take precedence over everything.
And this is not just life. There are people who can manage to live healthy balanced lives and keep perspective on what's important; they don't lose sight of their priorities. There are people who keep life rich and meaningful.
It has nothing to do with being rich or poor. It's about the heart, and not letting work or money cause you to lose grip over your life; not allowing anything to take away your uniqueness and individuality.
I find that I have much less patience for your quirks, give much less compliments for your kindness, less thoughtfulness about your needs. It's happening slowly, but I'm becoming the man I once feared; the man I tried not to become--a man of fewer thoughts; a shallower man.
But maybe I am a better man--one more open and understanding of a wider range of people. Perhaps I have become more approachable; more relatable.
The reason? I don't know. It's work I guess--being over my head with work and my children and the whole maze of responsibilities. It's breaking me; changing me; making me one among the masses.
But man, it's been a freaking long time since I've seen a movie that has had this much of an impact on me. Perhaps I have become a man who now shies away from meaningful things. Nowadays I tend to view suspenseful action films, that sincerely have little or no depth. Only times like these when a moral punches in do I realize how far I've (I guess I can say "slid").
Like I said, it's work, and just simply being around shallow people of skin-deep conversation and advice; people with down-to-earth problems and stupid solutions.
For crying out loud, it took that movie to realize something--that I haven't been able to sit down and write like I am right now; to put fingers to keys and type what my mind and heart feel. For months, out of habit, I've attempted, but my thoughts have been mumble-jumble, not to speak of my feelings. Completely disorganized.
This is how people fall out of love; how relationships and marriages grow stale and cold. Small events throughout life cause tension to build up, so slowly that without realizing it over the years you're losing each other. The in-love feelings that you used to feel are forgotten. Work, responsibilities, and duties begin to take precedence over everything.
And this is not just life. There are people who can manage to live healthy balanced lives and keep perspective on what's important; they don't lose sight of their priorities. There are people who keep life rich and meaningful.
It has nothing to do with being rich or poor. It's about the heart, and not letting work or money cause you to lose grip over your life; not allowing anything to take away your uniqueness and individuality.
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