"For what?"
"Three little girls," he replies.
For one of the few times in my life I'm at a complete loss of words.
When Sarah and I fell in love and married it was a miraculous, Heavenly sent, timely and a wonderful gift from God ...and like most relations ... we both brought baggage.
But she was looking for baggage that went with hers.
That was me.
In addition to baggage, what she brought to our marriage was three little girls ... and they brought a lot of trash.
As a survivor of already raising three children to successful adulthood it seems I shocked people by choosing to do it again ... as an older man.
The societal norm is I should be a grandfather by now, happily loving children I can sent home whenever I tire of them.
I don't have any grandchildren yet but look forward to whenever it happens.
In the meantime I help conceive and raise three of best children ever born (up there with Micah and Amber Berry, Mandy Sayles, Dani Sadowsky ... and her brother Ryan who didn't make the Top 10 List ... or the top 100 for that matter)!
I've got parental experience.
My kids are off successfully living their own lives and I live in a house with four girls (two of which menstruate and a third is not far off).
Half of the time things are just great!
Otherwise it's like being on a never ending reality television show.
But it's like when Jeremy, Kristen and Chelsea were coming up ... when I didn't want to kill them I'd never known such deep love.
Maddie, Laurel and Cassidy remind me of that every single day!
The second time around I'm pretty laissez faire about it ...
"Sure! Of course you can ride the skate board you got for your birthday down the hill into the marsh mud full of oyster shells with the cute little pod of baby sharks ... it'll be fun!"
Sarah's a first time parent so she takes such things far more serious not understanding how little influence she really has on who her girls are going to be when they grow up.
But back to whoever's watching me these days ... the girls crack me up ... when I don't want to kill them.
We share tender moments and I get the joy of watching them discover who they are as people.
In return I help as best I can.
Laurel, the middle child, has a gross fear of dead people so I got "Weekend at Bernies" to help her process irrational beliefs.
Next up is "Wayne's World" I and II to assist in defining their relationship with God and "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" to help confront their sexuality.
In return they give me lots of love and kisses ... along with numerous
opportunities to talk Sarah into letting them do things I know there's no way in Hell she's going to let them do!
It sure is fun making them think they've got a chance.
And they keep me young, laughing and are forever surprising me with really bad, putrid, suck ass music on the radio when I'm driving.
It's all good!
