Militant Courage

They sign a contract to become a man.


They sign a contract to grow old before their time, to see the reflection of a 18 yr old man in the mirror 40 years post war, reflecting the faces of fallen friends gone before their time.


These are the men that commit there life to the price of freedom, never unwavering, never really sure, always standing tall, saluting.



These men do what they are told, stand behind the courage, old enough to kill yet unsure of the future, how to pay a mortgage, or how to hold a woman.


These are brothers, sons, husbands, dads, lovers, and children born to fight, born to believe born never to stray.


Never wavering from freedom, standing tall behind the national anthem, tearing up at the thought of a God more powerful than war.


These are our brave, our scared, our militant courageous.

It was supposed to be nothing

Sometimes I think we just aren’t supposed to know and the unknown is what is so inviting. It’s the every now and again moments when you aren’t expecting anything that the supposed to be nothing walks right in the door and stares you down, promising, alluring yet tempting you to try more.
It wasn’t supposed to be anything that was the point, it was just another New Years Eve dressed to impress, alcohol free, fine in 09’.
And there he stood the moment of nothing passed by and before I even noticed I had been swept away into the nothingness of all that was not supposed to be.
“He has a plan for you, one that has not yet been revealed” “Come on you know better, it’s when you’re not looking that it comes to find you”
Yeah I know I’ve been told it all before but it’s so surreal, so unwarranted.
But my heart’s involved now and well I wake up without regret each day with a smile in my heart that yearns for more. There is an honesty in his words, a linger for more on his lips and every time his hands rub across my body, they leave a taste of weakness.
He’s all you hope for, all you want and in the promise of forever, all you’ll ever need.

That's What Friends are For

Well I must begin with a simple I AM LUCKY!! The card says it all. Not only am I blessed with wonderful family, I have the BEST FRIENDS a girl could ask for.
Simple run down, my best friend, my heart, went out for a Annual Friday night stop by the Boone Saloon… Little did she know, 5 beers, a shot and some odd amount of Vodka later she wouldn’t be able to make it out of bed the next day… Huuuummmm not sure how that happened but even so, it did. I’ll be there by 2 I hear at 10am. 2:15 I call and she’s in bed sounding like death just smacked her in the face. Didn’t sound like the kind of hangover a little BC powder and water could fix.
Needless to say, I told her not to worry and we’d plan for another time. Yeah my heart hurt a little, the QC bar crawl had been on my mind all week, NOT!! So I let her sulk in her misery through the night, puke it out, take down a few saltines and waited for a “call me in the morning”. The phone rang around 10am but I figured I’d let her sulk a little longer because I’m sure had the roles been reversed she would have returned the favor….
1:37pm and there is a knock at the door, who could it be? And there she is in all her beauty and splendor decorated from head to toe in green and white with a beautiful boutique of tulips in arm, a clover balloon big enough to lift a small animal off the ground and some bling in hand “Irish Princess” it read. And that my dear’s is what a Best Friend is.

Frozen, in THE moment

Speechless is the new Mouth Vomit

“Don’t run Ill Catch you he said”

“Put down the bricks, I can climb”

Is it real? Is this the reality of what is or what could be? Months spent praying, years spent waiting. There it is, the answer to it all (at least in the giddiness of all the butterflies that’s what you tell yourself). So there you have it, one day it walks right in the front door, smacks you in the face and the only natural instinct you have is to run, run like hell. Don’t look back build the wall, circle yourself in. Close it out, sit in silence, keep praying, God is going to walk you through the valley. Wake up my child, what are you doing? Don’t you deserve this? Is this not yours to keep? Why don’t you deserve to be adored? You are an amazing, beautiful women, he CAN look at you that way. Your heart flutters and its real, the hives come out of bliss, the hot flashes bc your heart is pounding so fast, with each kiss, with each smile, with each embrace you wait, you wait for your heart to explode, he can feel it and he thinks its precious. No games, no questions, nothing left to hide, he lays the carpet out for you to prance upon. He invites you into his world. He stares deep and you melt. Speechless for the moment, frozen in the rawness of a weekend, lost in a paradise of giddiness, exist.