(I am cleaning out the dining room art room today and came across all of my old journals, as I was flipping through them reading about days before blogging I found three pages that Chris had written and thought I would share them here… just in case something ever happens to this book I want these words remembered forever…)
I’ve always gotten caught up in the notion that we only live once. We have on life to live and then that’s it. That’s the ballgame. Nearing 30, it is time to take a look into where I am headed and my wants for my family.
I want my kids to truly live with an adventurous and wild spirit that pushed them to their outer limits in terms of explorations and journeys.
I want them to be story tellers; and I want their subject matter to range from Heat Wave, Alabama to Missoula, Montana and around the world again.
I want them to strive for experiences that challenge their fears, inhibitions and limitations. At the end of their life, i want them to hold an audience with tales of where they’ve been and the people they’ve met along the way.
I want them to break out from this technology-crazed existence in society and find peace in a snow covered mountain pass or any natural, primitive environment they chose to visit.
I want them to eat seafood and crave the smell of the sea-filled air.
I want them to walk boldly with their heads held high.
I want them to be proud of who they are and where they’ve been.
I want them to see, feel and speak to God, in their own way, unbeknown to us all.
I want them to love each other and always seek each other’s company in times of happiness as well as trials and tribulations.
I want to rid my kids of fear of the world, of faraway places, of certain types of people.
I want my kids to go on a bike ride and not have to worry whether they will be kidnapped.
I want my kids to enjoy and respect the songs of Jimmy Buffet and Dave Matthews that urge us to seek a new path, a new journey, a new adventure.
I want my kids to be happy and hope they never wonder “what if…”
I want my kids to love and appreciate their hometown of Kirkwood but remember they are not confined to its boundaries.
I want Bailey to know and be proud that she is a Washington State native, which literally translates into “children of the sun.”I want Bailey to know her mother was swimming in the mountain-fed freezing cold Spokane River 3 days before she was born. I want Bailey to know that she had summited Mnt. Spokane, picked pumpkins at Green Bluffs and was in the Gulf of Mexico before she was one years old.
I want Parker to know that despite being born in St. Louis, she was conceived in the Pacific Northwest. (I can’t believe he wrote this!)
I want all of my kids to embrace the wildness and adventurous spirit that the Northwest held for their dad.
I want my kids to know their mother made the ultimate sacrifice and journey out to Spokane to start a life with me; which then resulted in you two (written before Gray was conceived)
I just want my kids to know what is expected of them and this is it: Your mom and I want nothing less and nothing more than for you to live your life to the fullest and chase any dream or whim you may have wherever it may lead you.