Today is a new day! What a cliché....:)  You hear it so often that it often loses its meaning! Another day  goes by and I still think so often of what could have been....

I write to process what is going through my head without having to emote to someone or just try to think through what I am trying to do...How do I get over this breakup and move on.  How much do I acknowledge the depth of hurt and at times anguish of a lost hope and love. From all appearances and things I am doing,  it seems like all is ok. But in actuality , not so much. It has been a painful and difficult journey and new path.  Somewhere, deep inside me there is a hope of a return to love of this woman. But I have to ask myself,  am I being delusional and kind of stupid. I ask and pray/plead with God to let me not have these thoughts and ideas and prolonged feelings....wait ...an interruption

As I am typing this (now next day)  my son comes in and I moaning that his hand really hurts and I need to take a look at it!  We do our doctoral internet specialist search and determine he needs to go to the ER.  It's 930 pm and I have taking a sleeping pill and am ready to fall asleep! I call him a dork and he replies this may be his first

broken bone! I laugh and 2.5 hours later it is confirmed he has a broken pinky finger. He is proud of himself and makes jokes about it.  I am so sleepy the whole time and am just kind of really mellow.  He handled it well.   Our little family has had lots of ER visits this year. Too many! My dad, me and Drue have all been there....:)   I guess the next step is Kodi our dog to make it complete:)  he hurt it playing in the dark on the swings with his friends. Double dork!   He is such a wonderful boy.  Handsome, brainy, kind and so loving to everyone.  I am truly a blessed dad. He adds so much joy to my life.  He emulates so much of what I read and do...It's a great thing and I love it.