Tomorrow is another day.

Tomorrow is another day to work. It is a chance to do my best to do my duty to provide for my family’s safety and security. It is another chance to conquer fear and to face frustration.
It is a new chance to love my wife all over again. It is a new chance to bathe in the laughter of my many giggling children. (I chuckle just thinking about Sammyball’s snoopy laugh).

Tomorrow is another day to push anger aside. To let joy reign. To find hope in God and the promise of His grace.

Tomorrow is another day, but only because my tomorrows started 35-years ago (tomorrow).

Despite my best attempts to write frequently I’ve been staring at a wall. It’s difficult to write when you refuse to write about the one thing with which you must wrestle.

Today I write about that one thing. Why tear down the wall today?

I personally built the wall. The bricks were formed out of respect and commitment. The mortar was made of love with maybe a little fear. But timing was what held it always in front of me. It is now time.

The irony is I spent so much time burying the words I would use to describe my concern, my fear, my joy (yes – JOY) I find myself having to dig a deep well to write once again. It is said a good writer is concise. I’m not always a good writer, but I certainly try to be. So to that end I give you four simple words.

We’re having a baby!