which wolf will win?

An elder Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life. He said to them, "A fight is going on inside me...It is a terrible fight, and it is between two wolves. One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, pride and superiority. The other wolf stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. This same fight is going on inside of you and every other person too."

They thought about it for a minute and then one child asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?" The old Cherokee simply replied..."The one I feed."

dodgeball anyone?

so i wanted to go watch hunter play dodgeball...

tesoro has this tournament they sponsor at lunchtime.

he was one of the stormin' foremans...

inspired by mr langdale, his beloved chemistry teacher who 

is a construction worker in his spare time.

so they dressed up as construction workers, hard hats and all.

however, eden told me it would be embarrassing for hunter to have me show up.

what?

did i hear correctly?

i was floored.

me, embarrassing?

so...

i snuck into the gym, at the perfect time, peeked my head around the corner and

 took some shots from behind a big wall.

hunter saw me and smiled.

i dont think he was embarrassed at all.

in fact, if the truth be known, i think he was happy to see me.

just as long as i stayed in my little corner, maybe.

moms can be embarrassing, you know.

oh, and they came in 4th overall.

i think crocks with socks (yes, boys in crocks with socks...)

actually won. not to mention the stormin' mormons...

another team which was in the running.

silly boys.

my rock

it was this mans birthday yesterday.

he is my rock.

he is my wisdom and the common sense i lack.

he sticks up for me, supports me and tells me things i need to hear.

and sometimes the things i need to hear are not pleasant.

he is a realist, and isnt afraid to say what he feels.

i like his texas drawl, his size 13 feet, and his toes which are as long as my fingers.

i like his bear hugs, where i dont even come up to his chin 

and the way he walks in front of me and holds his hand out for me to grab.

i like it when he tells me i am gorgeous, and that my cookies are "the best he's ever had".

i like his gregarious personality and how he drives with two feet.

i like it when i cant finish my dinner, and he eagerly cleans my plate too.

i like how we can waste a whole day at the beach together and not think twice.

i like to watch him interact with strangers and make people laugh.

but i think what i like the best is this saying which he recites to me continuously...

"you are in charge of your own destiny."

amen.

and a big happy birthday to you, big boy.

thank you, from the bottom of my heart for all you do for me.