One Hundred
I went to my great grandmother's birthday party yesterday. Yes, she is a centennial (by our best estimation). It was a lot of fun hanging out with family and she is batty as hell.One thing I remember her telling me when she was coherent really hits home given my current situation. She told me once how beautiful it is to see children born, grow, have their own children who—in turn—grow and perpetuate the cycle of growth and birth. For her, it is a privilege to have a front-row seat to the greatest show on earth—life; to be the first in line to hold the next generation of Mora, Danesa, Jimenez (etc.) children.
That is why—no matter how doggedly tired I am from work, study, worship or home life—whenever my wife wakes me in the middle of the night saying, "Our daughter is kicking the crap out of my bladder, do you want to feel her?" I will always say, "Yes!" I will say yes 10 out of 10 times. My mind will explode, my heart will race and my love will redouble. I feel there is nothing that can separate my love for my wife and daughter. I may appear upset or haggard or grumpy, but I will never pass up a chance to connect.
I will not reject a set table.
I will not pour a full glass down the drain.
God, help me follow through on this oath.
Abuela: gracias, usted es una inspiracion.
