soundoff, 3, 4!

i like waco, yes i do

i like waco 'cause it is new,

new to me but not to texas

lots more chevy and way less lexus

soundoff, 3, 4!

they talk real good and they seem real nice

when it comes to friendly, they don't dice.

the food is tasty and the custard divine

even if 'wild west' is dead at nine.

soundoff, 3, 4!

wa-co, you go!

i think it's fun to try new things

the town is country and all that brings.

the gym is apparently the place to be

even if it's the same old people they see

soundoff, 3, 4!

can't steal internet cause no one has it

we'll talk and watch movies, get back in the habit

one thing about country that ignites a passion

ya are yourself cause ya got no distractions

soundoff, 3, 4!

customized birthday books and the growth of toddlers

tonight i was part of a miracle

and i didn't even know it.

i was baby sitting for three kids i have sat for since the girls were 6 weeks old.

yes, i know i talk about them all the time, give me a break.  if you knew them you would too.

anyway, i taught them something, and it was a complete miracle.

to be witness to this growth and yet the initiator, the one who requested something specific of them, and to see it contemplated and then performed impacted me in a way i can only describe as

intensely beautiful.

it was remarkable!  to watch these girls, who have been part of the world 2 short years, learn something before my very eyes, and showcase their personalities and individual ideas at the same time, well i could talk about it all night.  i mean,

kids

people

we

are genius.

get them dance classes!  ap everything!  organic 24/7!  freedom in all pursuits!

let them live!

i beg you this one thing; just let me be part of it.

let this

not be about me father.

let me be about you

about your business

about your love.

follow your steps

the ones i cannot see in front of

the feet much more sure than mine

let this time you have given me

be seized for your heart

with your people

among an ocean of strangers you love.

find the truth to be sought after as the sun seeks the blades to light

every crevice to invade.

for the soul to desire

better than we can offer

let me be about eternity, now.

february

sometimes

when you feel just

blah

you remember the way you felt when you tossed the covers aside that morning.

and that feels good.

it feels better.

i want to live the

fresh

zest

sustenance 

each blah,

i want to savor the sunshine and the breeze and a friend to talk to who is listening.

i want to draw with chalk on the sidewalk for no reason and take my time.  i want to love what i do and who i have become and accept the things people compliment me on.

i want to work so hard on myself that i never stop

but stop

to stop

and see

this moment.

hope

opportunities,

grace.

pull back those covers, there is so much more.