Friday, October 5, 2012

With Love...

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October 5th 2012

They were our daughters. We saw them grow each week from the second we saw them lying side-by-side in the womb, to the moment the ultra sound technician showed us their faces on the monitor, we knew that they would always be a part of us. A part of her.

Six years have passed-by and yet, there will be a year seven and eight, without knowing who you were outside, the life we saw inside, the womb of your mom. And now your mom is gone too. She is in heaven, holding you the way I held you the day you were lost forever. I hope the warmth we transferred to you through our love and care, is now being given to you by your mom as you gaze down upon me from heaven.

Although you aren’t here for me to watch you grow you have grown in my mind, in my soul and in my dreams. 

Gabriella, I hold you close. I run my hands through your hair and see your mother in your eyes. I rub your face and kiss your nose. I tell you I love you as I did the first day I held you in my arms same as the last day I had to give you back forever. 

Sophia, I hold your hand and rub your fingers and toes, that look just like your moms. I kiss your cheeks and rub my hands along your face. Your green eyes as beautiful as your dads. A space in my heart will always be hollowed out, the day I handed you (both) to the nurse.

Time has passed, but the thought of you will be everlasting, until it is my turn to leave this earth. No matter how many people tell me about the healing power of time, the days and months turn into years and your memory still brings me to tears, while others have forgotten you as these years will eventually multiply into decades, proving, that the one and only true thing about time is, that it waits for no one. How cruel it can be.

Your birthday's here and there isn’t cake, no wishes to make, or toys waiting for you this morning when you wake. But I know your in good hands in heaven because, mom is there to open the gift of love, just as it would be if we were all here together celebrating your day with good old fashion laughter, cheer and a little happy birthday song, that you'd have to sit and listen until it was done.

The years have passed without you here but you will always grow in my mind into the beautiful ladies I knew you’d always be. Now, you have your mom to celebrate this new year.

Until I see you just remember, your always here, in my heart.

With Love.

Happy 6th birthday Sophia and Gabriella 
October 5th, 2006

 







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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Anchor's Away

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October 3rd, 2012

Just a glorious day on our boat adventures with the boys but man this damn boat has been a headache since I’ve had it, however I do love it. I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment. The problems have just stemmed from trailering the damn thing. If it wasn’t for having to drive the boat across land to get to water, well we’d be just fine.
On day two of consecutive boating, things have been great. I dropped the boat in the water by the docks.

“Nico! Sit back, daddy can’t see, sit back, Nico. Daddy has to see that mirror.”

The trailer hits the water and the boat enjoys its bath as it’s finally in its element. I jump out of the truck and walk to the head of the trailer where I will release the boat fully in the water.

“Christopher! Get back in the truck until daddy’s finished,” I loudly announce.

The boat settles in the boat slip and I moor her to the deck of the dock. The excitement of heading out into the ocean begins to overwhelm me.

“Let’s go guys lets get on the boat,” I say and then go into singing the lyrics to a song from  Poison, “It ain’t nothin’ but a good time…”

I’m learning though, as far as making sure my boat is sea worthy, before I leave my house. I check the motor, check the lights, and make sure she’s in good working order before I drop her in the water. Trust me; it isn’t fun dropping your boat in the water only later to find out that it won’t start. Then you have to wait in the heat until someone comes to your rescue with a battery jumper and start your boat so you can have some fun. Can you tell I’ve learned the hard way?

The boys jump out of the truck and we walk to the docks. I jump in and then, one at a time, lower them into the boat. Almost there, just have to put on their life vests and we’re off!

Dadadada, dadadadada, dadadaadada

The boat won’t start.

Take 2, fast forward into now –

“Let’sgoguysletsgetontheboat,”I sayandthengointosingingthelyricstoasongfromPoision, “Itain’tnothin’butagoodtime…”Theboysjumpoutofthetruckandwewalktothedock.Ijumpin andthen,oneatatime,lowerthemintotheboat.Almostthere,justhavetoputontheirlifevestsand
we’reoff!

Replay (Marina brought over a jump box to start the boat)-

The boat starts and we are off! To enjoy a sun filled Florida beach day. The water had a light chop at 1-2 feet. The sun was beating down on us but the speed of the boat was cooling us off and the Bimini top provided good shade. It is such a good rid.... (Boat stops)

"Nico! Never, Never touch the boat throttle!"

Okay, so the boat, (Throttle in gear), yes the boat is such a good ride. This is definitely a pleasure cruise to relieve the stress off your shoulders. The music on the boat stereo is playing and I'm in my captain's seat, one foot on the center console enjoying the ride as we all wave at the passing boats.

"Christopher! Umm waving with one hand great. One hand wave and the other hand with a finger up your nose, not good."

We made it! Our destination. It's a sand bar island right in the middle of the intercoastal. This is what I'm talking about. I remove the anchor from the boat and walk in calf deep water as I push it down into the sand. The boys jump out of the boat using the bow as a diving platform and jump into the water. This is good clean fun living!

"Okay boys don't look at the topless girl over there. She's just a little ummm chocolate wasted," (thanks Adam Sandler).

The water is warm but not hot tub warm just warm enough to tolerate it and still cool off your body. It was a great time of snacks and drinks and salt water fun. I guess this is the definition of all those "Salt Life" stickers I see on the cars on the highways and bi-ways around here. It's amazing how sometimes the current will usher in warmer water. It's a great combination of warm and cold...

"Oh, wait. Nico, Chirstopher. Which one of you is peeing in the ocean?"

But like all fun things it must come to an end.

"Thanks for the help my friendly boat neighbors," I say to the person who docked next to me on the sand bar as he removes my anchor from the ground.

"No, please just place the anchor at the front of the bow. Once I leave this crowded area I'll secure it."

With that we were off. It's not a bad drive home in such beautiful weather with such gorgeous scenery. Just a minor glitch at the start, but damn, did this turn out to be a great day. I mean honestly just one of those days you want to bottle up and keep it safe for.....

THUD. SPLASH. CLING. CLING. ZIP.

"Okay guys my bad. I should have put the anchor away. I knew one of you would throw it in the water. Especially while the boat was moving. It's alright the day went great, just part of boating, it happens, I still love you..." (voice trails off as we fade off into the sunset).

Anchor's away.







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Monday, October 1, 2012

North, East, South and West

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October 1st, 2012

I step outside in the early morning.  My foot prints remaining in the morning dew. I take in the beauty of earth in its natural state just before the world comes rumbling through and right before the majestic sun rises from the east.

I love it out here, right now, because of the possibilities of what the world could be in the mind of a dreamer. I woke up, so I was blessed with a new day, so for now, I’m doing okay. The air is cool and as I breathe it in, it shocks my lungs and freezes my veins. My blood traveling though my body like a freight train of ice but it’s refreshing as it tantalizes my senses. I couldn’t feel more alive than I do right about now. I feel as refreshed as dry land being quenched with a rain shower from up above.

My brain is a blank canvass of new thoughts that hasn’t been tainted by the clutter of a busy day. I can see so clearly into the deep blue sky that slowly brightens as the sun takes its rightful place in the sky. The new horizon begins to unfold the pages that haven’t been written yet in the layers of my brain that wonder where my life will lead me today. My mind is sprouting new ideas under the beginning warmth of the suns early dawn as its rays nurture my thought process with fresh ideas and light to show me the way.

The orange fireball reaches above the earths imaginary line, the line that  stretches beyond the reach of a humans line of sight and gives the world its endless horizon. I can't move one step from my trance as I am in aw of a world that has not yet defined the incoming day. In this moment I am hopeful for a good day and I am afraid to move one step in a direction that will ruin my simplicity. I want to stay a little longer and bask in the glow of the light that is invigorating my life.

I hear natures early callers from the wild that seems to be in sync with the rapidly ascending sun. The birds sing to a tune that can put a smile on your face. It's the sound that reminds you your alive. As one breed sings another goes into hiding so they can sleep until his nocturnal instincts tell him he has to get up. Mornings that start this way is a treat before your morning meal. 

The sounds of life drift through the air as my ears capture the hymn that is almost gospel and it grabs my attention. Their tones ringing a tune that wraps into my inner being. I have to find the hope somewhere in those sounds to allow my guards to relax and let the healing warmth of the sun penetrate me so I can grow my inner self and sooth my weary soul.

The sunshine beats down on me gently passing through me and reaching to the land below as the soil is enriched and begins to grow beneath my feet. The buds sprouting life again, from the edge of the blades of cut grass by last weeks mow. It has sustain life from the nurturing of the suns light. We should take this cue from nature and grow each day we live to see a new day. 

Your world doesn't have to evolve around the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. Just start each new day by looking at your life differently by watching the sun rise from either the north side or the south side of life, allowing the sun light to let you grow from a different perspective.









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