To My Children - Like Arrows

(I wrote this 8 months after Erica Faith died) Not too long ago, I felt complete. I felt with my hands full and missing nothing. I never saw myself like I was missing someone to hold or to hug. I was complete with the children God gave us. Two wonderful boys that filled my house with laughs, those boys that make me smile every time I see them. Those boys that are growing to be godly men.. O what a joy and satisfaction that is! I always teased that all I ever was going to be, was the "mother in law" because I had no daughters to "plan" the wedding with, but it was fine!, I was happy and said that I was going to spoil my daughters in laws so much so that I would be not just the dreaded "mother in law"... it was fine, really, It was a very happy and complete life, we were 4 in my house and 4 was great! And then, I had the privilege of having a daughter with me for very little time, yet, I got to hug and kiss, to love and cherish, to fill my...

 Dear sons, There is a great difference between knowing about someone and being known by them. I can read a great biography of my Prime Minister, I can even know what his favorite dessert is. How his house looks like, where he went to school and who his friends are. I may know what he believes about God, education, if he is a good administrator of his money or not, if he is liberal or conservative in his thinking, if his kids are well behaved... and the list goes on. I may know a lot more about him, that you. Or a lot less than you, yet at the end of the day, if we decide to go to his house and knock on the door, it does not matter how much we know about him but the person who will be allowed in and sit with him is the person the Prime Minister knows. The same is with God. There are people that can recite every verse from the Bible by memory, they know all history and people. They know much about theology and can win an argument quite easily. Yet, they are not known by Go...

Dear sons, I am writing it as a reminder to myself and I pray you may be blessed by it. Butterflies have became very special to me (you know that). They remind me of my baby Erica Faith, because her room was all decorated with them (walls, crib ...). At her funeral I wore a butterfly necklace and I got another one, just because it was a settle reminder of her (but my sister gave me a necklace with her name on it and that is the one I wear now all the time). But any ways, you get the picture... butterflies became special to me. Well, very soon after Erica died, I went to this park with some friends, and there was this butterfly that came to me only and flew all over me. It flew inside my hands as I am trying to cover my face, as I am shocked by the boldness of it. It stood on me over and over again. Of course I burst into tears. Since then, there have been a few experiences like that, of butterflies come and stand on me. Later in the week, the same happened with a butterfly fluttering a...

 We live in a hyper negative environment,  a world surrounded by fear and anger, and in a world like this, loving loudly is disruptive. People do nor know what to do with this. Use your words often to love your wife out loud!  Tell her how beautiful she is often, praise her  hard work, her yummy meals, her sense of humor, her effort to when she tries something new. Learn to communicate well and daily, to express how madly in love you are with her. Tell her how proud she makes you (be specific). Remember that you can be a very masculine man  and still openly express love and affection for your wife. You can be successful in many areas and still complement your wife. In private and in public. But do it out loud. Infront of anyone and everyone. Be the kind of man that sees the good in people, specially in your wife. Notice her. Notice her qualities before her defects, Think the best of her, remember she is on your side... ALWAYS!..   Have such a a positiv...