I got the right one


Something scary and something surprising happened this weekend.

Over the weekend, the wife, baby and I went department store shopping and decided to check out our different departments before meeting up. I was casually strolling about with the munchkin when she texted me, “There’s a man following me.” I high-tailed it to find her and when I did, she had told me this man had been following her throughout the store. Sometimes he’d duck behind an aisle when she turned around, sometimes he’d be behind her so close that she could feel him invading her personal space. The last straw was when he asked if he she was alone. She said no picked up her pace to find me.

She described him to me and before we had left, I saw him. He was a white dude, who had been really tanned (like a beach bum). His hair was bleached dreadlocks put into spikes. He wore a tank top and entirely too short, shorts. His eyes were blood shot. He was clearly on something. While in the check-out line, I could see him walking back and forth through the store a couple of more times looking at my wife and eyeing some other women…and then he disappeared.

We decided to let security know what was going on in case he was creeping someone else out or in case he’d escalate and do something. A gal who worked at the store overheard us describing the situation and chimed in that she walked out 4 other female customers because he had been following them out, but that he finally left the store.

Later that night when we sat down to a late dinner, the wife said grace and I was a little shocked that of all the people she would pray for, it was for that guy. “Please, Lord, help him with what he needs to get better.” I was kind of in shock…but at the same time, so proud of her. My wife was visibly shaken after the encounter, but here she was genuinely praying for her enemy. G’ah! Just another confirmation that I married the right one. Someone who is selfless enough to think past herself and put herself in that person’s shoes and understand that he might not be a bad person. Just someone who’s made bad choices. I’m astounded and in awe! This is the type of person I married. n_______n


Partying while Parenting


I took this pic over this last weekend at a pool party and it kind of sums up my current life as a parent of a 4 month-old. Everyone was sitting around a table having drinks and smokes BUT not us! The wife, infant and I were set apart from the fun; sitting on the other side of the backyard.

It wasn’t the saddest thing in the world as I didn’t know most of the people there and there was an army guy who held the group hostage with his conversation (which were long-winded accounts of what happened when he was stationed out there, interceded by interrogation/survey of the group, and then switching back to story mode). Starting this post, I thought I was going to lament on how horrible my life is now that I don’t get to do all the things I don’t want to do. That “downing a bottle, belching and passing out” has a less fun context as a parent, but I’m realizing it’s not that bad. I’m not missing out on too much.

So what if I don’t get to regale in all the going-ons with my friends? I’ll be experiencing brand new things with a brand new person who’s experiencing everything for the first time. Hanging out with friends has its perks, but it’s never been about the new restaurant or cool place to hang out, it’s always been about the people you spend it with. What better experience than spending it with someone who will forever be linked to me? Is there anything more bonding than having someone look into your eyes and realize that they love you? That realization my daughter makes when she sees me and smiles makes my heart melt. every. single. time!

I felt and sometimes still feel like my life has been put on hold; that I couldn’t work on all my desires and future aspirations but instead had to deal with this demanding interruption. How bitter it made me feel until I realize that this tiny human is my life now. This is my aspiration and future and that I don’t have to deny my life but integrate my life in her life. Sure it sounds like rationalizing, but at the same time it feels like the truest realization of what life is about, and I can’t wait to get home to see my spawn!