November 05, 2004
Okay, show's over folks. Let's move on. Time to heal, rebuild, reunite, blah blah blah.
I'm happy to report that I voted, by the way. This is not always a given. I used to answer relatives, shocked that a man with a Ph.D. in political science wasn't voting, with statistics showing that the odds of one vote influencing the presidential election were less than the odds of getting hit by lightning on the way to the polls.
Then that whole kerfufle in Florida happened, ruining a perfectly good excuse. So Tuesday I joined my wife at the polls (she's always been a better citizen than me). We pulled up in our minivan that has a big "Jesus Is The Standard" sticker on it, dragged out our three kids, and slowly ambled across the parking lot. Somebody accosted us and tried to thrust some literature into our hands.
Because there's obviously some doubt about how the obnoxiously overt pro-life Christian man with multiple kids is going to vote.
Once we got inside things moved pretty quickly. The advantage of living about 9,000 miles from a major metropolitan area. It makes for a hell of a commute, but every two years I get the express lane at the polls. We voted, with some advice from Caleb. I told him that in daddy's world people who don't own property don't get a vote, and so he should zip it.
Afterwards we all got those self-righteous "I voted" stickers (subtext: "why haven't YOU voted yet, you freaking communist?"), including Caleb and Eli, who got two apiece.
That's a trend with both of them, because they're so stinking cute. They got enough candy Halloween night, after just one trip up our street, to give an entire African nation diabetes. They were both dressed like firemen. Caleb would charge up to each door and announce his presence, usually to an extremely insightful comment like, "Oh, are you a firefighter?" Each time he answered, "No, I'm a rescue hero."
Eli was always behind him, timid and much quieter. He'd insist, in his tiny little voice, "I'm a rescue hero too."
Then the candy would flow. My God, they are precious. But then you already knew that, didn't you?
Posted by Woodlief on November 05, 2004 at 07:55 AM
Yes, they are precious. How is Isaac doing?
Take care and God Bless.
Posted by: Christina at November 5, 2004 2:48 PM
Hey, found your site through a link on sekimori and I just wanted to say that I really enjoy reading what you have to say. My only complaint is that you don't post enough! Keep it up.
Posted by: Dave at November 7, 2004 1:19 AM
I love the communist comment! The kids do sound adorable.
Posted by: Jenny at November 7, 2004 1:21 AM
Tony, your thank you note came just after I had been in prayer for my son Dean. I can't tell you how much it meant to me that you took a moment to say hi.
People have busy lives and my goodness your hands are full. This really helped me, God in his infinite wisdom sends little signs along our way. There are so many times I am looking for them and I have to stop and close my eyes and reflect. I remember Dean growing up and how he came out of nursery school running so very fast and just about knocked me over with his jubilation on his new found revelation!
"Mommy, you have to put me down, I gotta tell you somding you HAVE TO DO EVERYDAY MOMMY!!!"
"Well sure honey,what is it?" His little body so stiff, he was very serious!
He puts his little arms across his chest and says in a real form voice and eyes wide open as the ocean blue that they are.
"I pledge all le gance to the flag of the United States of Ameerica, to de repbualic for what she st a nds, ONe Nation, under God indeviseebable with juuuusttticce for ALL!!!!"
I got teary eye's and then he jumped into my arms and told me, We have to make my PaPah say dis everyday, MOmmy, EVERYDAY TOO!!!" That was his favorite ever grandpa that he coined, PaPah!
Dean surely grew into a fine man and he credits his love for our country to his, Papah and Uncle Eddie that served during different wars.
God Bless You Tony. I live alone and I sure do get lonely. I can't get out to Max Lucado's church as often as I would like due to an ailment that is pretty rough. So, I go to his website and click on his 60 second word of the day and of course keep in touch with other ministries where I am known.
Gosh, you set up non-profit? How much do you charge? when you get a chance, mail me again and I will tell you the one I am working on. Inspirational Journeys. Org and sub somehow my musical writings as, Janelle'song.Org.
Oh, how I love reading your tender stories and so glad Dean linked me, well his readers to you.
Give your wife a big hug from a lady in San Antonio, home of...The Alamo. And most certainly your gifts of live and your forever treasures.
Blessings A Bounty Full,
Posted by: Janelle at November 7, 2004 3:30 PM
I thought I would share this address;
Upwards Ministry, it's heard daily all around the states and his 60 second word of the day.
May you and your family enjoy this.
Posted by: Janelle at November 7, 2004 11:50 PM