Beginnings.

As of this writing I have three Sons and Two Daughters, a man could not be more blessed in his memory with such a unique and diverse bunch.
I have a Son that is a Wrestling Champion at nine years old, another Son that is bound for Pro Soccer, a third Son that has the makings of a Master Chef, a Daughter that could be a world class Gymnast, or a famous dancer if she chooses, and my youngest, my Lumpkin, is already show signs of musical understanding beyond anyone I have seen, except maybe my cousin Adam, who is a Master Guitarist in his twenties.

My journey began years ago when I was told that the Mother of my first four was pregnant with my Son Geoffrey by Phone Call.
My friend and Aikido Teacher was sitting on my couch when the call came in... We had been training for ours out in the woods and during some meditation I had a vision of a fetus spinning in circles, so part of me had already known the news was coming.

Months went by waiting and Geoffrey was born in November, the night she went into labor I had driven to Deaconess Hospital in an old clunker to be there when my Son entered the world, but it was not to be, for that night was not the night and when I pulled away from the Hospital to go home I was pulled over and found myself surrounded by about twelve Cops.
I had borrowed the care from a friend and, it turned out, the tabs belonged to a truck... The Police scraped away the tabs, but let me go on my way when I explained myself.

Geoffrey was born the next day and I looked him in the eyes the first time, his eyes so inquisitive, he barely made a sound, he smiled at me when I picked him up, but I was told it was probably just gas because he couldn't actually see me... I like to think he could, and it wasn't gas.

After that my Son Garretty was born, same hospital, and I ended up wrecking a car on my way in to pick him and his Mother up from the Hospital, my Sons Geoffrey and Gregory were in the car and while Geoffrey screamed Gregory had unbuckled his seat belt and tried to escape through the back door... Thank God for Child Safety Locks.

My oldest Daughter was Born by C-Section and had already entered the world before I could even get to the Hospital.
She was born premature and had to live in the NICU at Deaconess for a Month and a Half as she was only three pounds, but if you look at her now you would say that was three pounds of pure attitude because she is completely health and lively as any other kid her age, perhaps more so.

I was able to be in their lives as much as possible as things got out of control with their Mother, who succumbed to drug addiction and the manipulative influence of a Mother who would just as soon beat her into submission in front of the Children than do the Motherly thing...
It has been a rough couple of years for me, but likely worse for the Children, who do not fully comprehend just what took place.

My youngest Daughter was born recently, after many years of struggling for myself, her Mother came along and put me back together.
My youngest Daughter is every bit the spunkiness her sister is, but in her own unique way, and I look at her knowing she has a right to know her Brothers and her Sister, she has a right to be in their lives and they have a right to be in hers'.

I look forward to the day that they meet and our family is united.