Thoughts at Christmas
During the last few days I've done a lot of soul searching and some deep thinking. I've finally reached a point where all of the thoughts going through my head have coalesced.
Memories are how we store images from the past - they aren't real, dreams reach out to the future - they aren't real either so it's right now that we have to grab hold of love and happiness with both hands and hold it tight. Love and happiness are fleeting and if you aren't careful you lose them. The past and the future don't really exist except in our minds, all we really have is right now - don't waste it.
No one will ever replace, or could ever replace our memories of those we love - that's asking any of us to do something impossible. So I dream of adding memories of time spent together with those I love. And the only way to build those memories is to grab them here and now - and not waste them.
When each of our kids were born I didn't divide my love for my wife and share it with each of them. My love grew. And as each of them gets older the bond becomes even stronger - there were nights I couldn't sleep worrying about our son in Iraq, and I'm selfish because I should be worrying about all of the young men and women over there. And now my love is growing even more to include the love of my son's life. She has already become an important part of our lives and she will always hold a special place in our hearts. You don't divide love - it's not finite - it's infinite. There are no boundaries. Our capacity for love has no bounds.
Those we love are a part of us. And words can't flesh out emotions - even though I've tried. I have to admit that there are people who won't allow their love to grow and I pity them because they will never have what I have and they will never have what all those who love boundlessly have.
None of us know what the future has in store for us. I tell my son and his new bride that it's not going to be easy, real love never is - it's just as much tears and heartache as it is smiles and laughter - but grabbing happiness is important and holding on to love is even more important.
Memories are how we store images from the past - they aren't real, dreams reach out to the future - they aren't real either so it's right now that we have to grab hold of love and happiness with both hands and hold it tight. Love and happiness are fleeting and if you aren't careful you lose them. The past and the future don't really exist except in our minds, all we really have is right now - don't waste it.
No one will ever replace, or could ever replace our memories of those we love - that's asking any of us to do something impossible. So I dream of adding memories of time spent together with those I love. And the only way to build those memories is to grab them here and now - and not waste them.
When each of our kids were born I didn't divide my love for my wife and share it with each of them. My love grew. And as each of them gets older the bond becomes even stronger - there were nights I couldn't sleep worrying about our son in Iraq, and I'm selfish because I should be worrying about all of the young men and women over there. And now my love is growing even more to include the love of my son's life. She has already become an important part of our lives and she will always hold a special place in our hearts. You don't divide love - it's not finite - it's infinite. There are no boundaries. Our capacity for love has no bounds.
Those we love are a part of us. And words can't flesh out emotions - even though I've tried. I have to admit that there are people who won't allow their love to grow and I pity them because they will never have what I have and they will never have what all those who love boundlessly have.
None of us know what the future has in store for us. I tell my son and his new bride that it's not going to be easy, real love never is - it's just as much tears and heartache as it is smiles and laughter - but grabbing happiness is important and holding on to love is even more important.
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