Just the other day I saw a little girl with her mother. It struck me. Hard. It struck me hard: the loss of my child still lingers. The funny thing is I know I lost a baby girl. I can't explain why, or how, but I know I lost a little girl. One tries not to dwell on it too much, but that moment the idea of picking up a little girl that looks like my wife and a little bit of me really tore me inside. Walking a few steps, lost in my own thoughts I blinked away a tear.
I don't feel sorry for myself or my wife, and I don't ask "Why?". Life happens and it's not without reason. I take great comfort in that, but it doesn't negate the sorrow, or loss. Loss is difficult, and I'll never minimize it. Then I think of all the good fathers who love their kids and then get really angry at the fathers who don't realize how big a gift they have.
I'm a girl's daddy, always will be.
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Ok, I admit it. The P90x system is the most challenging, most addicting workout system I've encounter. I'm not completely vain; I do like being in shape, but the biggest thing is I want to be there for my wife and my kids. If we ever have kids, I'll be way old starting out and I know the average male's longevity is less than my wife. My wife joked if I ever died she'll abandon her organic and exercising way to speed her way to death, but at the rate which we eat, and exercise we should be ok, by the grace of God.
People need to wake up: you can get away a lot in your twenties abusing your body with a poor diet and without exercising, but it will catch up to you. The statistics and studies prove it: you can live healthier, longer and be more happier exercising. Many Americans will develop type-2 diabetes from diet alone. Our busy life-style is slow killing us. (Interesting fact: the Chinese character for 'busy' is two Chinese characters 'kill' and 'heart') Without the proper value of eating together and cooking together we are literally killing ourselves pumping sodium and corn syrup into our system.