The Good Times

Day 225:

Life will forever dish out its fair share of ups and downs, Conor.  No two ways about it.  And you may have heard me mention this in a previous post, but certainly, life isn't about the 'downs' Conor.  It's about the 'ups'.   The little things.  Remembering a first trip to the beach, or going to the Houston rodeo with your Dad who, a Philadelphia boy born and raised and with his 6 year old in tow, decided to buy a 10 gallon Stetson hat simply to impress the young boy; the boy who saw him adorn that hat and could only think of one word "Hero".

 Clearly I'm recollecting my own memories, Son.  Epic Houston Oilers games at the Astrodome, a  ridiculous 10 gallon hat making my Dad, your Pop-Pop, the biggest, baddest cowboy who never rode a bull and never would.  It's my first puppy, the first time I crashed my bike, the first scrap I ever won and why and how my Dad reacted to it.  These are the things that make up your youth, Son.  So many memories have left me while others never will.  But those are the good times, Conor.  That's what life is all about.

We've many, many great memories yet to create together, Boy'O.  And one day perhaps you'll write a blog to your Son or Daughter and tell him or her all about them.  But for now I'm only focused on making those memories with you and loving every second of it...  Because you can never stop remembering the good times.

Speaking of good times, your MeMeow and Grandpa K9 came to town today Son.  Of course, they'd not seen you (in person) since April and in that time you've literally doubled in size!  You're hardly the same kid!  To see those who love you holding and playing with you, Boy'O, well, I can't explain it.  It sets a man like me at peace, if only for a few moments.

And now, everyone in bed, even the dogs, here I sit, waxing poetic again, Conor.  Guess it's just the wine on this night.  Though I'm not sure what it was last night!  Never the less, it's off to the rack for me, Son.  Tomorrow is a big day and I need all I have to tackle it.

I love you, Conor.
-Dad