Heck, yeah!!!

I've got an update on Jade. It has been a while since I've written about our battle with epilepsy, mostly because things have been going well. Quite well. Fawn and Jade just got back from Vancouver and we have some news to report. You can read Fawn's report here.

Six.

Six years ago, today, my first child was born and my life was changed forever.

   

At the time, I was naive. I had no comprehension of how challenging it would be to be a father. I also had no comprehension of how rewarding it would be.

 Over the past six years, I have seen my child go from a helpless baby to an adventurous toddler, to a helpless toddler, to a remarkably mature and caring kindergartener with a love for learning and a streak of silliness that I adore. She has come so far.
 


Happy Birthday, kiddo!

Our love is like a well-dried plum.

A friend recently asked on Facebook, "What do prunes have to do with Valentine's Day?"

Aside from the obvious "prunes are good for the heart"?   It's the perfect set-up for a punchline, but I decided to write a poem instead.  It has been a while since I wrote a poem and I was inspired.  So here it is:

Our love is like a well-dried plum
It blossomed on a summer's night
In the warmth of June
And like a plum with giant heart
Grew 'neath an August moon
And now, with age, it stands preserved
So with these words I croon
Our love will stand the test of time
Just like a well-dried prune

Street Jigging

Oh, yeah! With actual music? Now THAT'S more like it!  It's gonna be a street dance revolution!!!

 

Watching him blow his own horn.

A couple of years ago, I had the pleasure of attending a brass workshop taught by Guy Few. He was great, teaching us all sorts of neat and useful things

Unfortunately, I never got to see him in concert.

 Now, thanks to a contest held by Aasman, I get to take Fawn on a date and see him in concert with bassoonist Nadina Mackie Jackson.

 YAY!

Holiday Recap: Through the videographic eyes of my youngest niece