Today was a great day. Sort of. I was tired. What's new. Ate dinner and laughed my ace off, at how stupid people are. That's a good thing. I know when my time is done here, and the chapters have turned, I'll occasionally flip back to these pages just to stare at the pictures and I'll remember the laughter.
I'm going to get emotional. This is your chance to leave. I don't do this often. There are days that call for it. On a blog you say? Why the heck not?
Today was my mom AND my sisters birthday. That's how I know it was a good day. The two greatest women in the world were born on this day.
My mom first:
My mom is the greatest thing in this world. I mean that. Everything I know, I learned from her hands and her wisdom. I learned to fight for every single dream that crosses my mind because she fought for us. I learned that life can be the biggest hell you have ever seen, but you push through. I learned that if you have to give up everything so that others may come to know Gods love, in the end they will see your sacrifice and love you for it. I learned how to be a rock. She taught me to be a warrior and to press my shoulder against every wall in my life until it is conquered. It was her who taught me to love unconditionally, unselfishly. Her whole life she has fought for her kids and given us the whole world. I learned that without my family I have nothing. I learned that material things are material, and will fade. It's the smiles and laughter and hugs and jokes and fights and tears and dancing that last. I learned that when doors close, we are to grab His hand and go looking for another one because it is always there for us to find. Most importantly, I learned that life is an adventure to be enjoyed, even when that adventure is driving to a foreign land in a Uhaul with two kids leaving one at college with no job in sight no money nothing. That when God gives you hope you listen and you follow if it means a better life. Even if that better life means hardship, its still better than the one you left. You deserve every award, every metal, every plaque, every dollar, every dream, every aspiration that you can handle. One day, we'll all laugh and call you gay and make fun of you around your fireplace in YOUR log cabin.
To my sister:
Watching you raise the best two little boys in the world has been nothing short of inspiring. You have come to imitate the woman we learned it all from. You love your family the way that she does. You are a beautiful woman, inside and out. You used to dress me in your prom dresses and curl my hair, and I don't hate you for that. You used to make me dance to John Michael Montgomery, and I love you for that. I used to call your boyfriends penis', and I am grateful for that. For some odd reason, I feel it helped me be a man. You have always been there for me when I needed a shoulder, a smile, a hug, a joke, somebody to call me a gaywad. For these past two years we have worked together and helped eachother grow. You took care of us all those nights mom was working to get us out of that terrible scary place. Many nights I probably can't even remember you put me to sleep on your New Kids On The Block pillow. I will be forever grateful. You sacrificed some of your best years to help raise us boys and you are a better woman for it. To see that your son is just like me, peeing on the couch, telling people to shutup, obsessed with his manhood, is amazing to me. Remember, age is just a number. Your heart will always be young and you will forever be to us what you were when you were 16,17,18,19,20. Pimple faced, red dress, weird boyfriends with lettuce in their yellow teeth, big hair. You will never be "old" you will never be whatever age you are. I love you Rachel. Pass the mustard.