Ramblings of an Idiot

Clean

• Disinfecting Wipes
• Wet Wipes
• Vaccum
• Disinfecting Spray
• Pet Dander Spray

Health

• Epipen
• Itch
• Wipes
• Allergy
• Headache / Fever
• Stomach (including AD)
• Bag (carsick)

Amenities

• Pillow
• Blanket
• Laundry Bag

One of these kids is about to be 4

my heart is full

sitting there unable to do much with bum arms and ligaments, but watching the joy of my nephews with my kids. Wow – it’s really how to learn being more selfless. Family : honor: love

then I get a message : 9 year old drama – racist remarks from a kid that was rescued by my eldest while others pushed him down. Well I guess this school year it means nothing. I want to react. I want to protect. Instead I tried to encourage – not my nature.

I want them, my boys, to really not care. But each of them have been racially attacked. I can honestly say – I know it won’t matter. Stay my course. Boys, know what matters

seems we’re done with some prep. Just need to join all the groups – pay the pta – ramp up teacher supplies … send them daily … pick up / drop off | pray they’re not prey, etc.

celebrating with OG – “Italian” per the wife.

She says I should thank her for making me “daddy”

She’s right, life without them isn’t possible to comprehend.

Truth: life brings you heavy hearts at tines

said: your middle child will be the sensitive one.

experience: true

my guy is 8 today. Intuitive, sensitive, moral, compassionate, kind, energetic, inquisitive, and wise.
he represents to me the type of legacy parents want. He better than me but knows I do the best I can. He knows I love him.

don’t show your spouse

don’t think the worst

know what you can do

remember your life has victories

faith will be tested

memories won’t fade. Emotions will hit you like a ton of bricks. Fuel life with them. Don’t dwell serve only what matters.

the sand is cold as ice, but have fun always

We’ve been here 6 years almost – and it’s the only home 2 of the boys can remember. This spot came from my uncle’s wheelchair. I’m in charge of mopping the house – and as the other sports from the same visit have long sense been mopped, scrubbed, and cleaned off – still one remains. My wife asked if I’ll miss this place – and it’s never the places I miss. What I do miss is the playful spirit of my uncle – he or course changed towards the end of his life, but I’ll always know how to remember him.

Can i say it’s true?

Can i live it out?