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28 years to kill narcissism

For all these years I have pursued myself. This is something that I think most people don’t even realize they are doing. And I have had a lot of extra time to think lately, as I hold and rock my daughter at night. So I boiled life’s choices down to the following list.

    • Serve yourself
    • Serve yourself while purposely serving another
    • Serve yourself and coincidentally serve another
    • Serve another

      I never realized, how much I thought I was giving to others, when in actuality the decision was still rooted (foundationally) in me. My desires aligned with theirs, and so I could get what I want as well as help another.

      That is until Gracie got here. She is what the word sacrifice was built on. Along with love, joy, exhaustion, worry, peace, fear, and happiness. I had twenty-eight years to get into myself, but it only took one minute for my daughter to unwind it all. She will not only have the best and worst of me. She will get all of me. The good and the bad, the smiles and the warts, and though its a wee bit scary, I am ok with that.

      I love you Gracie.

      -daddy

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      (Story) Once, you and I were them, but now they are us

      They walk, like they always do. Enjoying the sun and the clouds. Hand holding. Laughing. And it appears to all that this is a new thing. That this love is a new love. But it is fairly old. Ten years by the by.

      They talk of the baby to be, of the life that is living and will breathe. Of the girl growing in the woman this very moment. They dream of what she will look like. What she will smell like. What she will taste, touch, and feel like.

      And the elderly man looks and listens of them. While gripping his splintering cane and sucking the cream from his dentures.  He comprehends what most don’t, the history and the making of it. And he is envious of the couple’s grand new stage. Of the cycle they now live. Politely jealous of the joy that is written so plainly.  He misses it, the love, the warmth. So apparent, so alive. The future still unset casting out rays of hope.

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