Emotional?

05/25/2006

I am in Kansas City, Missouri - actually in Kansas, but damn close to the state line.  I have been out with a guy I get to work with, and he and I have enjoyed a few brewskies and shared some truths and stories about growing up, family, and work.  Well, I am back in my temporary habitual abode and I got to thinking about some of the things I shared with my co-worker, and that lead me to think about things that make me cry, or, at the very least move me into an emotional state.  The beer has kicked in and my mental processes are in high gear, so hold on.  The bovine fecal matter is about to reath the patella level. 

Are there things that hit you like this…

1. I get emotional sometimes when I think about my wife Nancy and how much I miss her when I travel or when she is is not close by.

2. Certain songs, even some instrumentals, send me to an emotional moment.  The lyrics below sent me over the edge.  I am not a Jesus freak, I am not religious or overly spiritual, but this song (and I am not sure of the artist who sings it) hit my emotional button and I cannot explain it.

“I Can Only Imagine”

I can only imagine
What it will be like
When I walk
By your side

I can only imagine
What my eyes will see
When your face
Is before me
I can only imagine

Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel
Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still
Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all
I can only imagine

I can only imagine
When that day comes
And I find myself
Standing in the Son

I can only imagine
When all I will do
Is forever
Forever worship You
I can only imagine

I can only imagine [x2]

I can only imagine
When all I will do
Is forever, forever worship you

3. Thoughts of how much I miss my dad push me to the brink.

4. Sunrise and sunset tend to send me to a special place, with that warm, fuzzy, weightless feeling I get around my heart.

5. Hugs get me going, especially from people I do not know and may never see again.

6. Babies hold a special place in my heart, I love to hear them laugh when I get down on the floor to their level and be with them.  I flirt with babies and it kills me to know we have to teach little ones to fear adults. That makes me cry and makes me mad.

7. Grandchildren and the joy they give me, especially when they say, “I love you, Dave” or when I hear that my Vivienne has told her mom she wants to “Go see Grandpa in the mountains.”

8. My “three” beautiful daughters - two of my own, and one that I claim and wish was my own.  I cannot dwell on them long or I tend to fall apart.

9. My special girls - eight in all who I wish were my daughters (Amy, Alexias, Anna, Jenn, Jennifer, Meagan, Suzzanne, Tanya and Tarah,) but I love them as if they were.

10. Dale (and his wife, Judy), my guy in New Mexico and the only man I have kissed on the mouth as an adult, aka my New Mexican lover - another day, another story.

11. My Millennium3 Farm house and the peace it offers to me.

12. My job, my bosses and my co-workers - who have given me much more joy than I deserve.

13. My in-laws, who are now the closet thing I have to a mom and dad.

14. And my brothers and sisters with whom I have a distant closeness.

15. The gift of serenity given to me by my way of being, and my outlook on life at this point in my life, is now my greatess joy.  I don’t know if there is a higher level of happiness for me, but I love where I am.  I think I have reached the seventh level.

If I sit here long enough and ponder this, I could add many more.  I suck these things in, these things that give me joy.  My rapaciousness for these little things that give me great joy is growing.  As I peregrinate (don’t you just love a jerkweed who uses these 50 cent words that cause you to have to get out a dictionary?) through the balance of my time on this earth, this list will grow.  This little website has drawn nearly 9000 hits since Febraury 15th.  I don’t know, and can hardly imagine, who could possibly be interested in my life or what I have to say about my life or life in general, but if this gives you one second of joy, a chuckle or causes you to think, then, holy crap, I am a successful blogger.

Albert Einstein said, “There are two ways to live your life.  One is as though nothing is a miracle.  The other is as though everything is a miracle.”

And that is all I have to say on that.