Habitual

I have been lazy. I am lazy. I will be lazy.

OK. SO....pictures are on the way. I have a lot of catching up to do so I'll save the uploading for a time in the near future, or distant future.

Jake and Brady. Jake and Brady. I almost never say one name without saying the other. Usually because they are both doing something outrageously dangerous to themselves or our possessions. Nothing new there.

Christmas. Tons o fun. The boys finally reached the age where they both were excited for the whole process. We did have a running dialogue about the real reason for Christmas, but to what effect...who knows? I think the idea of a fat dude who brings you stuff in exchange for good behavior and cookies is just too much brain ammo for them to squeeze in the religious aspect right now. Oh well, as long as it's in there somewhere.

The boys as usual received way too many presents for us to fit into the rotation. So, in original packaging they sit. Waiting for their turn to be enjoyed and destroyed...maybe not in that order.

We were able to make the rounds again this Christmas, and see a good portion of our family. The older I get, the more I realize how much I have taken that for granted. Hopefully next year, we'll get to see even more of the ones we love. Especially all the ones in Louisiana. Jake and Brady, if I didn't get you back there by the end of 2006, punch me. Hard. Leave a mark.

Hooray...its 2006. Uhhh. Not much partying went down on New Years Rockin' Eve. The boys got to stay up a little late, and Cindy zonked out promptly thereafter. So, there I sat. Me and the TV. Cindy got a smooch on the forehead at 12,(that she doesn't remember) and then it was lights out for me too.

The boys continued their rampage through the month of January, just getting things done J&B style. Toys were strewn. Matresses were jumped on. Nerves were frayed. We were attacked with hugs. Kisses were thrown about with reckless abandon. Love was the rule of the day. Everyday.

So, now it's February. Two more days and I'm 29. Holy Lord, how have I lived this long? One more year till 30. That doesn't sound bad. One more year. One more month. One more week. One more day. One more hour. One more minute. One more second. I'll take what I can get. I am blessed with the time I have with my wife and sons.

Looking back on 29 years, I haven't led a perfect life. Far from it. But, I must have pleased God somehow. At some time I must have made God smile. When I think about who God is, or how, or if God is, I always think of my boys. It is said that we are all God's children. Then he must feel about me, how I feel about Jake and Brady. When they mess up, I am disappointed. But I never stop loving them. Their mistakes fade into oblivion, but their triumphs I will always remember and hold close to my heart. God..if you are listening or logging in from heaven.net, I feel you, I know you, I owe you. Big time.