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Once Upon a Light Saber

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Once upon a plastic light saber

There was a young boy ready to travel through space

To defeat the Sith lord, no matter the labor

Fierce determination set upon his little face

 

Taking a break from the arduous fighting

He unmasks himself and comes to tell me his tales

And asks me to find out why his weapon stopped lighting

For he knows mom’s magic rarely fails

 

It seems like a lifetime ago that he was this little Jedi

Now stands before me a young man, still ready to fight

But his battles are far more real than those in the sky

Standing tall and facing each foe with all of his might

 

Why do we often a teenagers strife overlook

Or not take them as seriously as they’d like

So the young man before me expresses with such a look

And we couldn’t possibly understand since we’re nothing alike

 

Oh, you were a teenager, yes yes, I know

But surely you don’t face the things we do now

Says my fourteen year old, so full of woe

And why are there so many things you don’t allow

 

Yet through the angst this young man does feel

He does know that he’s not as alone as he’d like to portray

And that my love for him is still so very real

The laughter sounds and for awhile, worry is kept at bay

 

He is not so little anymore, it’s true

No, now he’s my young man standing tall

Voice changing, hormones raging, and my how he grew

But, he does let me know he needs me if he were to fall

 

So strong and increasingly seeking independence

I both fear and anxiously await the day he goes in the world alone

Will he use the lessons we taught or leave them on the fence?

Whatever he does, I hope that his light is brightly shone

 

I want him to lead his own life and do well

But, I hope that wherever he may roam

That he should not ever in homesickness dwell

For this will always be a place he can call home.

 

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Oh Snap!

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I haven’t posted in over a month. It feels weird! I’ve been so busy, trying to jump start my photography business and still have time for my family and for myself.

What a crazy and wonderful two months it’s been since this all began. I’ve done 12 photo shoots, most of them being this month. Getting to work with and know these amazing people has been such an incredible experience.

I’m looking forward to seeing where this venture takes me. I’ve been dreaming about doing this for years, but my doubts and insecurities kept me from trying. But, now here I am going for it with all I have. I want to be someone my kids look up to. I also want them to see that going after your dreams is worth the risk.

There’s never a “right time” to begin, to try. The time to believe and do it is now. So, with my heart full of joy and excitement and my mind fully determined and ready to take on the world, I take another step forward.

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Dreamer, Take Flight

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Hey there, Claralynn

Do you see that man over there?

The one playing the violin

Can you feel his music fill the air?

 

A bittersweet melody he plays

All who are near stop and stare

The clatter and chatter part ways

This man and his bow have such flair

 

I see your eyes grow heavier as his songs fly

Are you falling asleep, Claralynn?

His sweet music is taking you to a land in the clouds and sky

Where the world is your own is where your dreams begin.

Dream Big

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Little girl, asleep in your swing

After a rousing go of tummy time

And a nice filling meal

You look so at peace with the world

 

You know nothing about its troubles

You don’t hate, criticize, or judge

No barriers separate you from love

I wish that was the world I could give you forever

 

Beautiful dreamer, I watch you with adoration

I can’t keep you from all harm

But I can teach you how to love

And to take care of yourself

 

May all who know you teach you well

From spelling to math and art also

May you have the passion to learn

All the days of your life

 

And I pray you grow up to be all you dream of being

Dream big and fight hard for them

But never stepping on others to achieve those aspirations

Knowing the value of hard work, but also a kind and humble heart

 

Whatever you grow up to be

Know I’ll always love and believe in you

I see you all grown up for just a moment

But then, I look again and see my sleeping baby girl

 

My words are still the same

Dream big, baby girl

Even if it might be about cuddles and songs

Just be the you that you’re meant to be all day long

 

Time flies…

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I realized the other day that it’s been awhile since I have posted anything. I keep meaning to and then I get busy, forget, and sometimes have just been too lazy. When I first started writing on here about two and a half years ago, I posted often. There were days when I posted several times a day. My friend had urged me to join this site when I was going through some rough times. She told me that I should do it so that I could inspire and encourage others. I feel bad that I haven’t been real active on WordPress as of late.

I have a rough day or even a few in a row now and then, but overall my life is going fairly well. I have a great son, wonderful fiance, terrific job, amazing friends and family, and so much to be grateful for. My wedding is in 79 days, been busy with planning that on top of everything else. My son has wrestling meets and as that ends, soccer will begin, I just joined our church worship team and so soon I’ll be busy with practices as well, lots to do at work, etc.

When we get a night or two to just relax, we try to make the most of it. Sometimes we just get so busy that it feels like we don’t really have time to just sit, watch a movie, play a board game, relax, play with our pets, etc. There’s often so much to do with church, family, friends, around the house, etc. And with the wedding being less than three months away now, there’s so much to do. So, sometimes I feel overwhelmed.

I am beyond excited to marry my best friend. I have been counting down the days for a long time. Sometimes the planning is a lot of fun too. I love spending time with my girls, picking out pretty things, and seeing it all come together thus far has been great. We have so much done, thanks to me being a hyper planner. 😉 Now and then though, I feel like it runs my life. Over the next 11 weeks, I have something wedding related almost every week. Worrying about finances has been the biggest struggle. My family isn’t helping. His dad told us he wanted to help and is giving us a bit, which we’re using for the hall and catering. Mostly it’s us paying for this though. I know it will all be worth it. Wearing my dress that makes me feel like a princess, seeing my girls look absolutely beautiful, having my son who will be dressed to the nines in his tux walk me down the aisle towards our future, uniting before God and making it official and doing this in front of so many we love will be wondrous. And it’s about so much more than that one day that will arrive before I know it and then be over….

It’s truly about what comes after our wedding day. It’s about our journey together as husband and wife and about him, my son, and I as a family. We have so much we want to see, do, and achieve separately and also together. Excelling at our current jobs for the time being, but then starting a business, finding a bigger home someday, renovating our kitchen in the meantime, maybe extending our family, vacations, and much more. We work well together now, but there are always ways to improve and we must not forget that it’s always going to be a work in progress. All great relationships are built on trust, respect, love, communication, loyalty, and yes…hard work. Wonderful relationships are wonderful because couples work on keeping them that way. Friendships are the same way; they need that same devotion and maintaining. All relationships in life that are stable really need that.

I have some great people in my life. I hope I continue to do my part to keep those relationships happy and healthy. I am trying to do that right now. I have missed everyone I talk to on WordPress. I hope you’re all doing well. I hope you have great plans, big dreams that you’re chasing, and lots of love. I shall have to stop by and read my news feed so I can see what people are up to. Well, here’s to a great weekend ahead for us all. Thanks again for your continued love and support. YOU ALL ROCK! Much love always! ❤

For My Son

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Hands once so very small

That held mine so tightly

Once you needed me for everything

But now as the time has flown by

Your need for my help lessens

 

There is a part of me that loves watching you grow

Just to listen to your ideas for the future intrigues me

Your mind is a fascinating thing to look at

No longer filled with Blues Clues songs and little boy dreams

So ready to take on the world beyond childhood

 

But there is a part of me that is not ready to let you go just yet

Sometimes I wish I could freeze time and keep you young

Keep you from knowing the evils that await you

And prevent what innocence you have left from leaving

Stay forever young, my son

 

But then I know that I can’t hold onto your hand forever

I need to let you grow up and become the man you’re meant to be

Full of potential and such promise, such talents to share with the world

And while there are evils out there that will try to consume you

There are also such joys to discover and both friendship and love for you to find

 

While a part of me is afraid of what lies ahead

I do not wish to keep you in the past

I want you to fly, to soar higher than I could ever imagine

Chase your dreams, no matter how far away they might take you

But never forget where you came from or who you are

 

I do not want to shelter you 

And I know that I can’t always protect you

Some lessons you must learn on your own

And some unfortunately will be learned the hard way

That is just a part of life we all come to know

 

But I do hope that as you journey the path that God has laid out for you

That you never forget that I am here for you

Not to live your life for you, to always keep you from harm

But to encourage you and to love you, for as long as I shall live

Even when you are fully grown, for that is a mother’s heart

 

So as you grow, I will cherish each phase of your life

Each year poses its challenges

But also offers up great rewards

I capture your laughter and smiles in my mind

So that I may remember them always

 

And may you always remember mine

For one day, God willing, I will grow old

And I will not be as vibrant and capable as I am now

For as you age, my son

So do I, so please never forget me or the lessons that I try to teach you

 

There is a village of people who want to see you prosper

To see you strong, working hard, enjoying life, knowing love

I am grateful to them all for their help to raise you

May you never forget their roles in your life either

Know always just how loved you are

 

Today is supposed to be a day spent honoring us

Showering us with pampering, adoration, & thanks

But if it weren’t for you, we’d not have this day to begin with

So today, I would like to say thank you for the joy you bring to my life

Thank you for teaching me what it means to love

The Tale of a Baker’s Son

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I am a baker, like my father before me. One might say that I’m rolling in dough. Okay, that pun was a bit corny, but at least a tad bit funny, I think. But, I am not known for my clever wit. However, I once had quite the athletic ability. I used to play baseball, football, and even could be found playing a little basketball as well. Of them, only one truly was a passion of mine. For years, I practiced, trying to perfect my game. And as I neared 18, it became apparent for all in our small town and even some recruiters that I indeed had some real talent. I could have been a famous baseball player, but just as I was about to get my turn in the big leagues, life took an unexpected turn of events.

At the height of my adolescence, I was famous in our little town in Virginia. The way I threw a baseball really seemed to have people buzzing. Maybe someone would actually make it big and be able to leave this place. Oh not that there was anything wrong with our beloved town, but many did dream of getting away and seeing the big cities. What might it be like to live somewhere with busy streets, bright lights, and imagine, a place where everyone owned a television set. It was definitely the dream that many of us shared. I loved my family, had some friends that I grew up with & considered my brothers, and well this had always been home. There was a part of me that longed to leave, but also a part of me that was afraid to do just that. Maybe it would be too much for me, maybe I wasn’t cut out for city life.

Those fears didn’t stop me from dreaming though. I kept on practicing, determined to show the recruiters what I was made of. I’d become a name that would be on many people’s lips. The nation would know who I was now and for generations to come. I would own the big house, a Ford Mustang or maybe three, and well who knows what else. Though, there was something else I wanted to do with the money I’d surely have and that is take care of my parents. They certainly did all they could to give me everything they didn’t have themselves. They also encouraged my dreams from the very beginning. Their unwavering faith in me had gotten me to where I am and I knew I’d always be indebted to them for that.

As my eighteenth birthday approached, I was anxious. Recruiters had been coming to see me since I was 16. They said I had a talent like none they’d ever seen before. I figured it was only a matter of time before I was officially approached and offered a spot on a professional team. My dad came to every single game I played, no matter the weather, no matter how he felt that day. He suffered from old war injuries and lately, he’d been having headaches every single day. After months of them, he had gone to be seen, but no one could give him any answers. My mother was trying to find a specialist who would come and see him. We didn’t have a lot of money, but she said she’d been saving the money she had earned from the side business she’d started a few years back making dresses for the ladies in town and surely, that would help. I didn’t know that it would be enough, but I did agree that he needed answers, we all did.

At long last, the day had finally arrived. The day that I went from being a boy to a man was here. And as it so happened, tonight was the state championship game. I knew that tonight I had to prove myself in a way that I never had before. Our team was nervous. We knew that all we had done was to bring us to this moment. What would happen? Would we be the victors, with our hometown cheering our names or would we hang our heads in defeat? My mother said that win or lose, she would consider us winners. She constantly told me that she was proud of me, that no matter how this turned out, I’d be a star in her eyes always. Now, that meant a lot to me, though sometimes I wanted to roll my eyes. My mother’s pride and love won’t win our games, won’t get me signed, and won’t take care of me for the rest of my life. Though, I had to remind myself that it was her belief in me, and my dad’s, that has gotten me this far. There were times I wanted to give up when I was a kid, but their faith in me was never shaken. I am glad they pushed me to keep at it. They knew it was what I wanted to do and refused to let my doubts keep me down.

As game time was upon us, our head coach was right there talking to us about strategy and heart. He had always been a big believer in passion needing to be a big part of the game, “If your heart isn’t in it, then you don’t belong here.” He’d been known for saying. All suited up, I was ready to go out to the field to warm-up. My hands were shaking in a way they had never done so before. This was the biggest game of my life and suddenly, I wasn’t so sure of myself. I bowed my head, closed my eyes, and silently prayed to God for strength and courage, not just for myself, but for the rest of our team as well. This game was so important to all of us. It was what we’d worked so hard for all year and not just this season, but the seasons that led up to it. We weren’t the strongest team in the beginning. We had to learn how to work together, how to use our talents to help one another. It wasn’t easy, especially when pride got in the way more than once. But over time, our chemistry developed and so did our friendships with one another. These guys I was about to walk onto the field with weren’t just my teammates, but also my friends & brothers.

You could see it in on all of our faces: fear was definitely there in our hearts, but something more was there as well, determination. We were not about to give up this game without a fight. We wanted this just as much as the other team, perhaps more. Though to be fair, I have no idea what went on in the minds of the other players. All I knew is that this was an important game for me and for a couple other guys who had recruiters to impress. My buddy Scott who was probably the best pinch hitter I’d ever seen and Tyler, the amazing short stop, were also being looked at tonight. The three of us had been talking about this for awhile. How great would it be if all three of us made it to the big leagues? And greater still, though the odds weren’t great, what if we got to play for the same team? I mean, you do what you have to and I ever had to face my friend on the field, I’d do it, but it would be different playing against someone you once played with for years. After reflecting on that for a moment, I switched gears so that I could focus on tonight. Warm-ups were starting for us now.

The time for the warm-ups seemed to fly by. I barely remember that time at all now. I remember walking onto the field for our last warm-ups as a team, looking at each of their faces, silently nodding, taking our stances, and then it all became a blur after that. The next thing I really remember from that night is lining up as a team, preparing for the singing of our national anthem. That night, it was being sung by Grace Benson. I had a few classes with her, but I have to admit I’d barely spoken to her. She was too sophisticated for a guy like me. I liked drinking beers we took from our dads at the lake, staying up all night, getting dirty, catching fish, and tractor pulls. Grace was always the lead of our school plays, head of the debate team, always well dressed and not a hair out of place, and definitely not one you could see chugging a beer; wine was probably more her taste, if she even drank at all.

I knew we weren’t supposed to drink, being underage and all, but it was always harmless. We never drove if we’d been drinking and we always took care of each other. When we were 10, my buddy Tyler lost his older brother because of reckless drinking & driving. His brother and a friend decided to play chicken and it went horribly wrong. Tyler’s brother died two days after the incident and the other boy was paralyzed from the waist down. That day changed a lot for the people in our hometown. I sure like having a beer or two, so do many others here, but we’re sure a lot more careful about things now. For awhile actually, many did stop drinking all together. There were talks of making it a dry town, but I think the stress of it all finally made people break down.

Beer, you know, I think I could use one right now. But, I think I will pass. Indigestion, yeah, beer doesn’t go down like it used to. Back then, it went down real easily. But the night of the game, I didn’t drink. I was determined to be at my very best, we all were. After Grace sang, we all cheered, clapped, put our hats on our heads, and prepared for the start of the game. We took our places out on the field, as we were the home team and would bat second. Okay, I told myself that night, I can do this. I will not let my team down. I looked into the crowd, saw my parents first, smiling and cheering us on. I will not let them down, I thought. And so it began, I wound up to make the first pitch….

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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