Getting Started

In 1989 I began what would become, my most treasured possession. I began my verbal scrapbook of life with my, then, child. Over the years, it would become a snapshot in time of small and large events in our lives. To me, it was more memorable than any photo I could take of my children. Over the next few days, months or years, I will start posting some of the entries. I vividly remember the night I began writing about my son. The entries are small and large bytes of mundane moments in our lives or in the world around us. I am sometimes prolific and at other times have gaps in the time. However, each time I open the journals that carry these stories, I am carried right back to the moment. The dedication at the bottom was when I finally decided to share some of the writing.............

Excuse me, God? Are you truly confident that you wanted me to mother this little boy?
I certainly don’t question your abilities or plans, but the gift you bestowed upon my life
is certainly worth looking into.

I look at Cameron as he sleeps in my arms or embraces me with a precious
“eskimo” kiss and really wonder how you happened to reward me so.

Several times in my life I’ve felt your presence. Most often during the bad times
when you rescued me, for your own reasons. I have never prophesied
your presence, but rather, accepted you as a silent partner.

As I lay in my hospital bed…you blessed me with family, friends and health,
As I reached one of the loneliest and least-directed times in my life, you
brought me love. And then, when I believed I would never
bear a child, this magical little boy began to form.

That you entrusted me with this miracle of nature is proof that you sanction my life.

I have carried many responsibilities and accepted them as duty.
I accept this as a gift.

Through his eyes, I see wonder.
Through his laugh, I feel joy.
Through his touch, I feel warmth.
Through his trust, I build strength.

Strength for the morning, strength for the night, strength for the family
and strength for the challenge. He runs to me with expectation.
I run to him for life.

Life in its fullest sense.
As you intended it to be.


To my father, my hero.
You are the quiet strength, unfaltering resolve and unconditional love that has made me who I am.
You are the epitome of family and the example of the rewards, sacrifices and importance of believing in what lies ahead.
I love you.

Kyle