Life

With each season I walk through, there are a couple of things that seem to continually take on new levels of meaning. 1) Life is precious. 2) Life is fleeting.
Currently, most of my friends are married or on their way. Many have children. A few of my friends are single.
As the due date for my own baby approaches, my wife and I are especially aware of babies around us, babies and young parents that we know. My job allows me to pay attention to Legislation at the state level in my State.... there are currently several bills specifically addressing harm to an unborn child. One bill allows for a murder charge to be brought against someone who's abusive actions cause the death of an unborn child (not withstanding lawful abortions) . Another increases the penalty of killing or battering a pregnant woman... (its an attempt to maintain the illusion that an unborn child is somehow not a person). These things remind me of the value of my wife and my baby. They make me feel ferociously defensive of them.
I recently heard of a couple that lost their 3 day old baby. Their baby died. They didn't even have a chance to know him. It's hard to fathom an experience like that. It reminds me that life is fleeting.
Tonight I heard that someone I care about has had second miscarriage. It hurts my heart to know these things.
Life is precious. Life if fleeting

The irony of complaining

I've found the better off I am, the easier it is to complain. When struggles come that are real... words are useless. Froth and bubble.

Now is the time

There is something reassuring in knowing that I can look back at things that have happened and remember. Too much of life is wasted in the meaningless and too much more is lost in forgetfulness.

Starting off

This is an ironic time to try something new... or maybe its the best time. I feel like I've got more things happening that I know how to complete. I am not enough to go around.
My wife and I are expecting a baby. Well, to be born that is. We are already parents, the baby is already here. Its funny to think how close we are to our child, and yet how ironically far away. Parenthood is another of life's mysteries that people love to talk about, but the line of experience separates the parents from the non-parents. It's like a club. When I was single, I was excluded from the "married" people club. Now, we're being initiated into the "parents" club... with all the unknown, and all the expectations that we carry.
Today. For now. This is my life.