The first–and potentially last–selfie of 16..

If we make it through December we'll be fine

I went to a viewing last night for a friend.. I will skip the details, they are very personal and I wouldn’t want to exchange thoughts on such an instance to the world at large.. I wish I could write down most of what I am saying but if I do so, it will not be in a public forum. It will be kept private intentionally. There are some parts of the modern age of websites, Tweets, Facebooks, and blogs that I still don’t embrace. One of those parts is the emergence of saying everything and anything for all to read.

I will simply say this.. one of the saddest things to watch is a son stare at his mother in a casket—when that young man is not even of an age to understand what he is seeing.. When a child is so young that he cannot care for himself.. when a boy is just starting to mature and already his father and mother are both gone.. that is remarkably sad..

I cannot get the image out of my mind.. a well-dressed young man.. staring at his now at rest mother.. regardless of what anyone may say about the deceased—tacky as it may be, people don’t stop preachy gossip when someone dies—that young man has still lost a pillar, a rock of strength, and potentially the last remaining vestige of security he had..

You may not find this post much of help in your life.. but I ask you only to stop before you say something cruel. Cease your words before something vile comes from your mouth.. judgmental people abound. Dare to be different. Accept.

Because that grown adult you’re talking to today may have been the boy of yesterday who stared at his mother in a casket as his world changed.

A worthwhile event for the third year of life

Infrequent updates this weekend due to the preparations for and the having of a 3rd birthday party for Ayden Morris. My son is three.. I cannot fathom the consequences of that for him, let alone me and my wife.. Three years of memories already.. three everything. Good things come in threes, even years I suppose.

I also wanted to throw in a bit of paranormal-lite numerology.

This year I am 33—the same year Ayden turns 3. (My wife doesn’t count, she’s ancient at 34..) 

Three means the trinity.. growth.. forward looking. 

33? 

Well..

3+3=6. The 6’s essences are idealism and harmony. 3’s are creativity and inspiration.

But me being 33 and Ayden being 3? Well.. 3+3+3=9. 

And 9 is the upside down 6. But 9 is sophisticated and has global consciousness. 

And I don’t know what any of that even means.

But it’s my son’s Birthday.

And next year he will be four.. My God..

It was, also, a Ninja Turtles party. I don’t usually wear a Donatello mask way too small for my head.

A great morning! Ninja Turtles pajamas with cereal as his Scooby Doo ‘bad guys’ and Darth Vader look on.. A great Christmas morning for a wonderful son. Merry Christmas to everyone.

With my son’s taste in pop culture icons, I swear he’s a reincarnated kid from the 1980s.. It’s like I am living my own childhood over and over again each day with this bright star in my life..

My wife and I were thoroughly overjoyed by seeing Ayden Morris enjoy the simplest of things this holiday. I was amazed at seeing the magic in his eyes at snow, bows, Santa, and even a music book at church. 

It’s true, what other parents have said.. having a child changes everything. AS Ayden gets ready to turn 3 years old, it gets truer by the day.. and this Christmas, a whole new meaning of the season has emerged.. 

Now it’s time to go play! A Scooby Mystery awaits, and Darth Vader is lurking around.. Battles must be won.

Merry Christmas, everyone.