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So I'm sitting in my room right now, with the music on gently, but sure enough I can hear my baby nephew cooin across the hall, what a little prince he is :) Yours truly got to hold him for quite a while this evening and we snapped many a picture so soon enough I will finally have good pics of my darling little guy with me. He is so peaceful, he slept pretty much the whole time I had him, and I just melt when I see him, just absolutly precious. He turns one whole week old here in about two more hours, and I'm so happy he's home this weekend with his Mimi (my mom) and Uncle G.
My Uncle Mark and Aunt Kelly are leaving tomorrow morning, they had been up here this week for my grandparent's 50th anniversary, so to see them off we all went to the Sharpsville-Farrell game, and that was cool because I got to see the hardest working drumline in the state, the Blue Devil drumline, and they made me and themselves very proud. I was helping Giana and Victor's dad with the amp for the bass and he accidently called me "Mike" a couple times, and once he said it he realized that that wasn't my name, but I kindly looked at him and said "Do not worry, that's one mistake I will always consider an honor." And later on in the evening, Aunt Kelly, Uncle Mark and myself reminiced a bit about what it would have been like if Big Mike were still here. How he always had those nasty cigars when he'd go to a high school football game, and how he was so close not just with his own brothers and sisters, but my mom's as well. Shoot Uncle Mark, even though they have no blood between them, always refers to him as "my brother Michael." And last week at my grandparent's mass, some people who knew my dad came up to me afterwards and said they knew I was Michael's son as soon as I began to read and speak.
All this got me to thinking, and I thought of it as I held Jonah and walked around the family room. Not about anything too huge, but just about my life. About how we've all learned to live and move on without Dad, but at the same time, I mean if there was a way to have him here to see his grandson, he'd be absolutely overjoyed. Or to see his own baby boy turn 20-21 years old and succeed in college. Or to see his princess daughter succeed and find the man she loves enough to marry. I looked down at baby Jonah while I thought about all this, and as little man clicked his binky and slept a little, I told him that there was no number large enough or no letters in any alphabet to express what I would do for him and how much I love him. That there was no one, no people, no event, NOTHING that could get in the way of me to him. That his Uncle Greg will be his hero if he wants me to be. Looking at Jonah, I feel even more reasons now to don the cape and the mask, and to use the cloak of night to keep innocent hearts like his own safe from those who are evil. After all, I am the Batman.
He's only been here for a week and yet I love him unconditionally. He really has helped fill a void and help us all mend a little bit more, and he's seven days old. That little man, no matter how tall he may grow, I shall love forever.
Classes are going great for the first two weeks, and my job starts Monday. Tomorrow it's playtime for Uncle G and Jonah and watching lotsa football, either here or at Chris' parents house. Wherever my nephew shall go, that's where I shall be.
Do I talk about more from here? Eh, I am not sure. There are some things I am just not so sure about anymore. I mean, we all know it's hard for me to trust people (hence all the Bruce Wayne stuff) and when that line becomes ambigious, it just turns me off altogether. Things like mixed messages or signals....yea I never do well with those. Because I a, a big believer that when one extreme is expressed as the truth, then the opposite, chances are the actual truth is in the middle. Well even in the middle sometimes can be one of those things that will just set me off. I also have a huge issues when people do not trust me. Why is this? Because someone who values trust and honor so highly, why would one ever question loyalty or something like that pertaining to me? But the worst thing you can do to me is tell me you don't trust me, because as long as we are on good terms I will honor you til the day I die....but the quickest way to lose that is to think that I won't.
My Uncle Mark and Aunt Kelly are leaving tomorrow morning, they had been up here this week for my grandparent's 50th anniversary, so to see them off we all went to the Sharpsville-Farrell game, and that was cool because I got to see the hardest working drumline in the state, the Blue Devil drumline, and they made me and themselves very proud. I was helping Giana and Victor's dad with the amp for the bass and he accidently called me "Mike" a couple times, and once he said it he realized that that wasn't my name, but I kindly looked at him and said "Do not worry, that's one mistake I will always consider an honor." And later on in the evening, Aunt Kelly, Uncle Mark and myself reminiced a bit about what it would have been like if Big Mike were still here. How he always had those nasty cigars when he'd go to a high school football game, and how he was so close not just with his own brothers and sisters, but my mom's as well. Shoot Uncle Mark, even though they have no blood between them, always refers to him as "my brother Michael." And last week at my grandparent's mass, some people who knew my dad came up to me afterwards and said they knew I was Michael's son as soon as I began to read and speak.
All this got me to thinking, and I thought of it as I held Jonah and walked around the family room. Not about anything too huge, but just about my life. About how we've all learned to live and move on without Dad, but at the same time, I mean if there was a way to have him here to see his grandson, he'd be absolutely overjoyed. Or to see his own baby boy turn 20-21 years old and succeed in college. Or to see his princess daughter succeed and find the man she loves enough to marry. I looked down at baby Jonah while I thought about all this, and as little man clicked his binky and slept a little, I told him that there was no number large enough or no letters in any alphabet to express what I would do for him and how much I love him. That there was no one, no people, no event, NOTHING that could get in the way of me to him. That his Uncle Greg will be his hero if he wants me to be. Looking at Jonah, I feel even more reasons now to don the cape and the mask, and to use the cloak of night to keep innocent hearts like his own safe from those who are evil. After all, I am the Batman.
He's only been here for a week and yet I love him unconditionally. He really has helped fill a void and help us all mend a little bit more, and he's seven days old. That little man, no matter how tall he may grow, I shall love forever.
Classes are going great for the first two weeks, and my job starts Monday. Tomorrow it's playtime for Uncle G and Jonah and watching lotsa football, either here or at Chris' parents house. Wherever my nephew shall go, that's where I shall be.
Do I talk about more from here? Eh, I am not sure. There are some things I am just not so sure about anymore. I mean, we all know it's hard for me to trust people (hence all the Bruce Wayne stuff) and when that line becomes ambigious, it just turns me off altogether. Things like mixed messages or signals....yea I never do well with those. Because I a, a big believer that when one extreme is expressed as the truth, then the opposite, chances are the actual truth is in the middle. Well even in the middle sometimes can be one of those things that will just set me off. I also have a huge issues when people do not trust me. Why is this? Because someone who values trust and honor so highly, why would one ever question loyalty or something like that pertaining to me? But the worst thing you can do to me is tell me you don't trust me, because as long as we are on good terms I will honor you til the day I die....but the quickest way to lose that is to think that I won't.