What's His Name?

Luci asked me the other day,
"Who am I going to marry?"
"A nice boy," I answered.
"What's his name?," she inquired,
the perpetual interrogative becoming her latest fancy.
"I don't know."
"I know his name," she responded with that cute half grin.
"His name is Daddy! I'm going to marry you!"

And to think, one day I just won't be that cool anymore.

It Finally Happened

It was early, and I was groggy.
My son cried out for some milk.
Mom's gone to work, so I'm the man.
My eyes still opening
I painfully stub my foot on ...
a Fisher Price Rocking Horse
Planted strategically
at the foot of my bed.
That was 4 days ago.
It still hurts
my feelings.

This is the Day

In the quiet of our hearts
God speaks to us
Unmistakably distinct
So what takes us so long
to make the choice that will grant us true freedom?
true happiness?
Faith.
And how do we receive this faith?
We ask for it.
The past 10 years has been a journey
towards this day
My first day at "work"
as the full-time Coordinator of Youth Ministry
at St. Thomas Aquinas Parish
I've been hearing His voice distinctly since 1996.
That's when I started dating this girl I knew I would marry.
I took the first step for the Kingdom in 2000.
It also took me until 2000 to ask for faith.
Go figure.
I thank and praise God for this day
For this is simply
the beginning ...