My day started off kind of shitty, and I was ranting for a while. BUT - I'm not going to discuss that, instead I am going to focus on my blessings as I look back on things since I woke up:
My son crawled into bed with us and snuggled with me and was thrilled that daddy was awake for him.
I spent an unseasonably warm and beautiful day at the range helping new shooters learn the art.
I came home to the same loving family I left this morning, and everyone was thrilled to see me.
We had a nice dinner together of some good bar-b-q (not mine, but one of the few I'll buy here), and smiles and talking.
My daughter was laughing and grinning in my arms as she looked up into my eyes in perfect innocent love.
I got to tuck my son into bed tonight, completing our day together with a smile and a hug.
My wife and I sat down and enjoyed a movie together, with no rush, no distractions and just some quiet time together.
All in all, I am far more blessed than I ever expected to be. I hope your lives are the same.
Just a few ramblings from a confused guy. Former military, former cop. Husband. Father. Student. Role playing gamer, on intermittent weeks. Avid reader. Internet addict. Small "l" libertarian. Too many others to mention. The views and opinions expressed herein are my own, and do not reflect those of any official agency or government or species. Names have been changed to protect the guilty; God protects the innocent as a matter of course.
“May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.”
"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds
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