Sure sounds victorious. To take a gasp of air, after a fleeting fight for life. The longest moments may be lived in this undertow of subconscious.

Knowing my husband has endured this, there is no wonder for me. He is with courage: to look fear in the face, and find a way. His way may be a route detoured. Still, he stays to his path, and he bears the patience for success.

This man of mine, may not be within grasp. Though I know him never to be so. For no soul does soar without freedom. To let go of the reigns of selfishness, and see the one you love fly onward. Doesn’t that just seem too beautiful? Their growth, and joy. To see them soar is surly my most pure joy.

Aspiring to be the true self; morphing into fluidity of self. To have that warm-wisdom. Not intimidating or brute. Filled with grace and charm, the ultimate whirl wind.

Excuses. Some people are full of them until the bitter end- and that is what such an action will create.

For me, they’re as good as lies. Just endless amounts of blubbering words, to cover up the crap.

Why people who were apparently raised not to lie, continue to make excuses and not see the light… I will not comprehend. I only hope they care to relinquish their ways of wandering around the facts of life. For my patience is nil.

04.08.2008

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What a Wonderful Girl!

Krislynn Night just had one of her most interactive moments with us! Normally she is quite the charmer. Giving smiles, and bashful faces. Then turning her head away, and running playfully. One might think she’s quite the flirt. For sure she’s got a personality all her own.

Tonight, Christopher and I were laying together on our futon. Krislynn comes climbing up on us, as always. I began telling him how she had kissed me earlier.

She gave me “big squeezes” [a hug], and starts climbing away when Daddy says, “ohhh, so Mommy gets kisses and Daddy doesn’t?”

Krislynn turns back, leans in and *KISS* on the lips of Dad-Goose! She did it again and again, with a big smile. Then she kept rotating back and forth, sharing kisses with both of us. She got as happy as us in the moment. I really think she understands the gratification of a good peck, now.

A little later on, she pushed her chair in our room to sit. Gave Daddy a kiss, and then walked over to me blowing a kiss, and then climbing over a cord, just to kiss me right on the lips…

Boy, oh boy… What a Goose to Gander!