I forgot my iPod. The only disks in my car are Veggie Tales. I won't get XM radio until they take the commercials off. (Wasn't that the whole idea, you pay for no commercials?) AM reception, aka Talk Radio, is non-existent south of Macon. I was left with 1 sleepy gospel station, 1 head bangers ball, and half a dozen country stations.
I'm sure the country stations were different formats. But don't ask me to tell one from another. I'm doing well when I can tell the difference between Hip-hop and Rap.
All I know is every time I'm driving by myself in south Georgia, listening to the country music, some song will come on that tears my heart out and stomps it flat by the side of the road.
Last time it was Tim McGraw's Don't Take the Girl.
This time it was Chuck Wicks' Stealing Cinderella
Maybe it's just where I am in life right now. Maybe Chuck Wicks is a country music pop star genius and wrote the song to specifically elicit a response from a certain demographic. What I do know is that it started with a choke and then my eyes welled up and I let a single tear fall. I mean what the heck, I was by myself. If you can't be real with yourself, who are you?
But it doesn't stop there. The song was long over and the images kept flooding my thoughts. Here is a song about someone looking back to where I am now. Those memories that he has are what I am living every day. The thought of them being just memories... (Hold on, I need a minute.)
(I'm back) Is it bragging to say that I wouldn't trade places with anyone in the world? I have two Cinderellas, one sweet little boy who is healthy and laughs all the time and another little girl on the way.
We joke about how tough parenting is and about needing a break from our kids but the reality is I'd trade all the wealth in the world for one of them and not have to think about it 1 second. Any of you DINKY couples considering a childless existence, I beg you, forget anything your have heard me say about the difficulties of parenthood, forget about seeing my children melt down at 9PM after a full day and a 2 hour meal at some stuffy restaurant.
Instead, peek in on my morning routine as one of my daughters rises early and snuggles with me in the quiet of the morning for a Bible reading. Ride home with me after work and see my reception. Arms up in the air, everyone screaming "Daddy's home, Daddy's home!" Watch as I put my children to bed and they pray for others and then ask as I'm leaving their bedroom, "Daddy, will you always be my daddy?"
I might be a mediocre business man at best. As a Christian, thank God Jesus is a friend of sinners. But to these children, I'm the greatest dad in the world and they make me feel that way. I'd do anything for them.
Which brings me to my final two points.
1. Thanks John Borg for giving me your blessing to marry your daughter. These past 10 years have been the best ones of my life and I know that they were at your expense. You had to give up your princess and I hope I have done right by her.
2. Any young punk who comes snooping around my house in about 10-15 years better have the best and purest intentions because you have no idea what you are...you just have no idea.
And speaking of sleepy gospel music, this one says it all.