Seattle is wonderful and sad, I am sitting on my porch drinking a wonderful latte from the Little coffee shop down the street (it has a little leaf pattern in the foam) listening to Xavier Rudd, Joe Purdy and old Ryan Adams, not really looking forward to walking into the office in 8 minuets, but really, that's what makes me appreciate these special moments even more.
I am a proud Father of a little boy, a faithful follower of Jesus Christ, continuous worshiper and a happy spirit. But there is something deeply troubled in me at the same time, I feel something on the horizon, its nothing bad, in fact, its probably the most glorious thing ever, but still I am more then a little frightened because change usually hurts, like when your a child, and you go into kindergarten for the first time, its not a bad thing, and its not going to hurt you, but its still some what painful, and somewhat tragic, all your freedom that you held so closely, all your toys, all your smiles, your mother being right behind you...
you don't like when she walks away, after the door closed, everyone cried that day, it must have been terrible and tragic for the teacher, because every kid hated her, because they saw her as the reason they lost everything, that's a change,and its painful, we have such a limited scope of reality at that age, as soon as our first year is over, and summer comes, we feel the exact opposite, we miss our sweet little teacher, and her warm smile, her sweaters and her stockings, but its another change, and its tragic and beautiful.
this is me, tragic and beautiful, waiting for my first day of kindergarten.
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