It is no less than a mirror before me. I see myself with all the years removed, all the spoils of time. But does that make him a hero, that he is but an altered version of myself, or that my pride is laid so evident upon him? No, it doesn’t. I would be guilty of a conspicuous vanity. But, if a hero is a person who reflects what is fine in you, who may just champion your lost hopes, he is all that. If a hero is someone who believes the best of you and for you, even when you do not, if a hero is one who is not afraid to call up the best that is within you, he is all of that as well. But there is more.
Continue reading...Thursday, October 23, 2008
I was staring at my two friends...I blinked a few times, and soaked in those comments...I was speechless. (If you know me, THAT's a mini-miracle.) I choked back a tear and choked up a "Thanks..." and told the two 20-somethings that being a parent is extremely hard, and that the rewards are incomprehensible, and I loved it.
Continue reading...Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Logan loves this group and I found out that they were playing at a local church about 30 minutes away. It was on a Sunday evening and I surprised him by scheduling it. He sat in the front seat of our car and played DJ as we listened to their cd all the way to the show.
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Friday, December 5, 2008
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