It has been more than 4 years since I became a father, and my journey is still a young one. I would love to write every little detail of my exhilarating ride, but the problem with blogging when I already have a family is that I am not talking about just myself anymore. Back when I started polluting the Internet with my nonsense writings, I made a conscious decision that I would not care about what people think about me because of the things and events that I write, especially about what's going on in my mind. This was my outlet, this was my punching bag, and at times, this was the only thing keeping me sane. But this is not the case anymore. As a father, my first and foremost concern is the well-being of my family. Unfortunately, this means filtering my thoughts, censoring my words, and being careful on how people will perceive my family based on what I write. I don't care if you see me as a corny, emotional, attention-seeking person. That is your problem, not mine. But if so...
I wanted to create a masterpiece, Since you deserve nothing less than this. And if I fall short, forgive me please, I'll do my best to give this work justice. A sonnet worthy of Shakespeare's quill, With perfect form, and rhyme, and will. Or a painting to shame Monalisa's smile, And immortalize your sweetness and guile. As much as I adore, your perfection, however, It's more than any word, and color, or pictures. It's how you complete and make me better, Inside and out, my good and bad features. As the mindless monotony of everyday life, Bores slowly, deeply, coldly to my core, Your gracious smile and your infectious laugh, Warms my heart and makes me soar. Your wisdom and wit beyond compare, Beacon to my blind and aimless glare. The overwhelming love you selflessly share, I’m oh so thankful – my honey pretty and fair. As sure as warmth radiates from sun’s rays, I love you now, forever, and always. RMSantos 02-14-2025
"Some day, you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again." - C.S. Lewis When I was young, fairy tales (and cartoons, in general) provided me with a world of vast opportunities and possibilities, allowing me to be transported to different realities with no limitations and no fears. I would routinely battle bad guys with King Arthur and the Knights of Justice, with my powerful dragon coming out of my shield and burning my enemies. My fear of heights would not hinder me from showering with pixie dust and flying together with Peter Pan and the lost boys, playing tricks on Captain Hook and his band of pirates. One of the first books that I bought for myself was "When the clock struck thirteen". As a young child with very few life experiences, I could only imagine the fear, excitement, disappointments, and hope that the iron boy felt when the clock struck thirteen, allowing him to move and embark on an adventure to become a real boy. I remember feeling so sc...
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