2016 Reflections

It’s been quite a year.

A lot of folks think it’s been a terrible year. The world has lost many worldwide famous entertainers as well as close, personal loved ones. Even now, as the clock ticks down to midnight on the east coast, I’m seeing new Facebook posts pop up from folks whose relatives or family members have passed on to the next life.

I’m not going to say how people should grieve or handle loss, but for me 2016 wasn’t a terrible year, though it certainly hasn’t been without its fair share of new challenges and hard lessons.

I’d say the most significant event for me was Stormy’s birth back in April. He came a couple weeks ahead of schedule and has changed everything, and I’d change nothing back.

The second most significant event for me was transitioning out of the military and back into being a full-time student, this time in my dream major: filmmaking.

Losing that job security has had its share of stressors, but Jenn, Stormy and I are doing okay so far, and the future’s looking good so long as we’ve got each other.

I’ve learned that there’s a difference between knowing the world isn’t black and white and viewing it as such and acting accordingly.

I’ve learned that if I truly believe I am as worthy of respect as the next guy, I need to stand up for myself and understand that sometimes people will be upset when I do that.

I’ve also learned that standing up for myself doesn’t mean I get to or have to be a dick about it ( – baby steps – ).

I’ve learned and experienced a newer, deeper level of selfless love since Jenn and I became parents.

I’ve learned that though I may have missed out on friendships available over 18 years ago, under the right circumstances it’s never too late to reconnect and enjoy the good old time now rather than lamenting the previously missed opportunities.

I guess I’ve learned that redemption is divine and the mundane is sacredly profound.

I’ve learned that I have a whole lot more to learn before it’s my time to go.

Here’s to another 365ish days hurtling through the frigid vacuum of space in solar orbit on our homey pale blue dot.

Two Years

December 7, a day that shall forever live in infamy.

For me, it also lives in famy; or whatever the antonym of infamy is. Not to take away from the historical significance of what happened 75 years ago, but this also happens to be Jenn’s and my wedding anniversary.

Two years ago, on a Sunday no less, Jenn and I stood before a Hawaiian priestess in Queen Lili’uokalani park, the only witnesses being her parents and brother who was Facetimed in from New York, and were married.

When we officially broke off the engagement.
When we officially broke off the engagement.

In some ways it was just a formality as we had been happily dating since April and then together since June. But in some very fundamental, foundational ways it was a very special and significant time for us.

A lot of folks live together, never get married, and 30 years later remain just as committed as ever. Maybe we’re just old-fashioned, but from early on, we said if we were going to do this, marriage was the goal.

Two years and wow.

Two years and we have a 7-month old baby.

Life isn’t always rosy – we’re currently experiencing some of the buffeting life often brings – but gosh freakin’ darn if life ain’t just wonderful.

It’s the little hells we have to go through each day that make the hugs, kisses, and baby laughs all the more rich and illustrative of heaven.

If there’s one main thing I’ve learned in these two years is the same thing I’ve been hearing since I was a boy. My dad would tell me that “love” is spelled “t-i-m-e.” DC Talk told me that Luv is a Verb. Boston declares that love is More Than a Feeling. Holy mackerel, hand to cod if all that ain’t the ever-lovin’ truth.

I thought I could be myself when Jenn and I first started dating? Bro, you have no clue how comfortable you can be with each other after a time of living with each other and seeing one another at the worst. I’m talking…well…I don’t want to embarrass her or speak out of turn, but just as an example, earlier this year when we caught some kind of awful flu bug and were throwing up all night – I had freakin salad leaves coming out of my nose. Yeah, that’s a bonding experience.

And yeah, sometimes we get mad at each other but always end up making out up in the end.

So that’s two years down. Infinity to go*.

It started with a kiss...
It started with a kiss…

 

 

 

*once either bionic implants become readily available and/or we can upload our consciousnesses to the cloud.