Swamp Water… Coca Cola, Diet Coke, Dr. Pepper, Sprite, & Lemonade. That’s what’s taking place here. (Some people call it a ‘suicide’, for obvious reasons, I won’t).
It’s absolutely disgusting. Gavin absolutely loves it. It’s nasty. For the past 5 or so years my lunches with my boys or wife would be consumed with stress. It would be consumed with thoughts of our next move. The next Deal. Balancing a budget. Worrying about Audits. Payroll or a multitude of other problems…
Today, my life isn’t mapped out to where I thought it was going to be but I’m quickly realizing that maybe my map was outdated.
At the age of 5 or 6, remember kneeling with in a single wide trailer on Foote Mineral Lane with my elbows rested on the brown, vinyl, cushions that enclosed the edges of my mother’s waterbed.
She asked, “What do you want to pray about?”
I always wanted to be a dad. I wanted to be a husband. I wanted to show up and show out. I never knew how to verbalize it then but I can so remember my passion to be an awesome dad. I was the kid that plagued house with the girl down the street, four trailers down.
Somewhere I let that passion get clouded. No matter where we will end up, I’ll know that my passion still burns stronger and that I’m becoming an awesomer daddy every day.