POTENTIAL

I wonder if any man or woman has died feeling they lived up to "their potential"

I questioned this last night while I was on break and I realized I am the sole provider for my family. How do we determine what our potential is. Is it just an imagined idea of what life should be, does it change due to circumstances.

I am sure no one died wishing they had not spent so much time with their family. But where do you draw the line, because I'm also sure no one has died wishing they had not made as much money as they did. It seems this day and age you have to sacrifice one for the other (or hit the lottery). In order to give my kids the best I can (right now I believe that to be their mother at home) I have chosen to work as much as I can so that we don't feel the financial pinch. I also feel this is a good choice by the quality of time I spend with the girls. Before, the time I spent with them felt like I was just waiting for my shift to end (Rebecca coming home) so I could go to bed and start the double shift again.

There is nothing I would not do for this amazing family I have. I just hope in the process I can find the perfect balance between the financial aspect and the emotional support needed. All in all I think I would rather my kids say "He was a great dad" than "Glad he is gone now I got millions". Sorry kids but the millions probably won't come from me.

LOVE DADDY

A NIGHTMARE

The other day as I walked into work our boss had a pre-shift meeting. A fellow employee and his wife had a baby 2 weeks ago and the mother had complications. Apparently after birth she acquired a blood clot in her brain. She died two nights ago.
I cannot even begin to imagine what this man is going through right now. This was their fourth child so now he has a 2 week old and 3 others with no mom and a funeral to plan. With my wife being pregnant as well it hits home hard. I do not know him that well as he works a different shift than I, but I feel for him as I am sure you all do after just hearing about it. I would just like to ask all of you to maybe say a little prayer for him and his family.
Mitch my deepest sympathies to you.

TOMATO TAMATA

Last night as I woke up to the smell of taco's (thanks Bex) I meandered downstairs. I gave all three girls a hug and a kiss, Mia in her high-chair, Ella in her seat, and Becca slaving over the hot stove. I did in fact time it perfectly as Rebecca was just serving up a taco for herself. Great no reason to feel bad right (the only plus to working grave yard).

So I make my self a taco with all the fixin's lettuce, cheese, tomato etc... I sit down to eat and Ella looks at my plate and asks "Are those the little tomato's from nanny's. The answer was "no, but they taste the same sweetie they are just bigger". She asks us for the reason behind this phenomenon and we explain the difference is really only the size. She put her taco down and looks at us and said "YOU MEAN I LIKED TOMATO'S THIS WHOLE TIME!" Rebecca and I looked at each other and laughed, as she walked over to the counter and loaded her plate with the precious veggie.

P.S. I almost spelled tomato wrong thank you Dan Quayle!!

Thank You DR. Laura

I just want to thank Dr. Laura for making me realize the benefits and sacrafices of a stay at home mom. It has only been a couple of days but it has been nice. I really don't know what I would do without this woman beside me. I came home from work this morning and heard she was getting cramps in her calves. It made me really sad. I picked a leg up and started rubbing all the while looking at her amazingly painted little cherry toes. I just wanted to thank you baby for all the slack your picking up around here, and let you know even if I don't say it, It does not go unnoticed. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you! Rebecca I LOVE YOU!!!!!