We are going hunting
Hunting for an adventure
Whatever we may find
We will thoroughly love
Where we may go
We do not know
Because on an adventure
One has to be open
To whatever may come your way

The dreamers dream
And the actors weave stories
What happens to the realists?
Do their dreams and stories die?
Let us believe in the darkness
That there will be more to us
Than what the daily grind can offer
Let us find our way to see
That there is more than meets the eye
When will courage find my back?
I do not know
But I shall find something
To keep me standing tall
Let me find a voice and a passion
To plant flowers amount the fields
What can I do
But keep trying
To find my dreams
And have stories to tell
Have a life worth lived
And joy in my soul.

Wow, it's been something of a whirlwind. Shortly after the last post we found out we were pregnant with our first child. The past two years have just been an amazing journey. I know that we all say this and such as New parents, but oh well. I can say it too, right? Ok, maybe not.
Our son is now nearly 17months old and is in love with Christmas lights. The joy on his face just by turning on a switch. It reminds me that we should take a moment to remember the small things are sometimes the best things in life. I'm worrying about whether we have bought enough presents for Jonah. Then I have to stop myself and think, really can I even remember the presents from my childhood. The answer is easily, no. I remember the Christmas lights, my mom baking, reading the Christmas story in the bible, Grandpa putting out cookies for Santa.
I want him to remember that Christmas is more glorious than grand--as they say in Magoo's Xmas. I want him to remember the joy.
As a worrywort I'm not sure I can fill the shoes and give my child the life I could dream up. But I hope to bestow some happy memories.