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I make a conscious effort to not blog about the Adventures of Duder too often. We’ve all been stuck around parents who are too proud of their kids and just won’t stfu. I try to avoid that.
But I just can’t resist the uber-cute sweetness of the Tale of Duder and the Sock Monkey, if for no other reason than a way to preserve the moment for reflection during his High School years when we’re arguing with him about ignoring curfew when he gets home at 4am.
As the Winter snow slowly drains away through twisting streams of slush and mud, as the sun rises higher in the sky, and the sounds of returning birds sparkle from the woods, I breathe deeply and smile wide as a neard.
Each new season in the never ending cycle brings excitement to my eyes, but Spring holds a special place. This time of renewal, awaking, new life; the yearly reset button, is also the season of my love.
Could a relationship have any stronger foundation than scratching streams in the driveway with the heel of your boots? Not likely.
Considering that unearthed poem in my previous blog was about fighting with my pregnant wife, how about I share a positive piece? I found a different old notebook the other day, this one with graph paper (how fkn cool is that!). I flipped through it and this stood out. I didn’t date it, but judging by the press pass on the front it’s from 2009. Bonus points to anyone who can correctly identify The Beatles song that inspired the first line:
I usually have a notebook or two around that I pretend I’ll actually fill with good ideas. I rarely use them.
back in '08
My wife and I were driving into town the other day, with the Duder sleeping in the back, and she grabbed a notebook I’ve had around for years with god knows what written in it. She was finding a page to write down a grocery list and came across a “poem” I wrote almost 3 years ago, when we were first married, with a baby on the way and in a fight.
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