Last night my wife’s aunt passed away.
I don’t say this to Garner sympathy.
I say it to remind my readers as well as myself that life moves fast. You don’t want to miss all the little details that make life Grand.
No matter what happens you can’t get out of life alive- so since you are going to die, live the hell out of life everyday no regrets dad’s War signing off.
Today his highness was seen by the local apothecary tender. And he was quite perturbed to put it mildly. Yelling and screaming like a 1 yr old getting his first shots….
And he calls himself a ruler…
So I started this blog with a thought.
That dad’s are at war to feed and learn their sons. Period.
Then I thought of the movie Troy.
And I realized my life was under seige, not by my son but by my choices.
And this isn’t a soapbox I’m preaching from or a tale of woe. I’m happy as hell.
It was amusing to me that these ideas came together one after the other in 3 minutes.
Dad’s of War came to fruition a few days later.
Lastly, I encourage all Fathers to be DADS.
There is a big difference and your son will dig it and so will you.
As I have pledged to serve my life for the good of all I can’t help but find mirth in his desire for new and exotic foods and shiny objects…
It is as if he has never seen a mirror.
How different life is now as we approach a year into his invasion….
For resurrection Sunday he demanded a new outfit that the high priest would see him in. we spent two hours bathing and styling him, to meet his unchallenged requests….