I swear I’m such a freaking pansy. After doing one of the most “guy” things in the world all morning (working in the yard) I came in to take a break from the heat. All the girls went down for naps and I decide to relax on the couch and watch whatever the networks fill Saturday on television with until college football season starts again.
Father of the Bride 2 is on TBS and I am biting my cheeks constantly to keep myself from crying like a baby. These movies should be illegal. Now I realize that my heart has been on my sleeve all my life causing me to be hyper sensitive to the subject matter in these movies but DANG!
I know my parents have always known this but when God made me, He made me incomplete to be finished when I became a husband and father. Of course there are philosophical discussions to be had about that statement but you’ll never convince me of anything otherwise. (Take that “Lady in Waiting”) Something inside me thinks I’m George Banks while I watch those movies.
I’m so grateful God gave me my dream. I know this sounds sappy. I may not live in a big house or drive fancy cars but I’m living the dream life. Anita and I always try to remember how blessed we are to have two very healthy little girls. I guess it’s all a matter of perspective. The single look at the engaged; the engaged look at the married; the married look at the married with children; the married with children look at the grandparents; the grandparents look at the young. You know, the grass is always greener. Well today my grass is the greenest. It may need some water but it’s gorgeous.
(No, water isn’t a metaphor, just the grass…but the grass really does need some water. A little rain…please.)