Saturday, March 23, 2013

Happy




I want you to be happy. Above all things. It won't be easy. It never has been and it surely will not become so any time soon.

Don't hang yourself up on the little trivial things that never mattered to begin with. We're incredibly silly little creatures that find solace in silly little things whose matter only mattered while we held their importance.

That's an incredibly verbose way of saying you construct your own world, good and bad, and you do it willingly. You'd better repeat that previous statement to yourself. Often and with intent.

I want you to be happy.

To do so you'll have to read everything I just wrote, ignore it, live it, hate it, love it & ultimately remember that once upon a time someone felt its worth... and felt it worth saying.

Daddy's don't know everything but they know the shit that matters.

Or so I've heard. Either way... I'm Happy.


Saturday, January 5, 2013

3285


Payton,

For your ninth birthday, I got you a telescope. We looked at the moon. Life was good.

 Love,
Dad 


P.S. You were 3,285 days old the day after Christmas. Savor them. They go quickly.