Life is an epic adventure. Whether that life lasts 10 minutes or 100 years, things happen to engrave a story that remains, forever, a tale of struggle and suffering, and of love and joy and every human emotion in between these highs and lows.
When someone sets about to tell all or part of this adventure of a life, the listener is often left with myths built or busted, legends destroyed or created. My purpose for this note is to do none of that. I hope to capture a 10-year chapter of facts. These are all things I saw, but not all of the things I saw. These are things to which I can bear witness and dont ever want to forget, as I near the final hours from closing these 10 years of my life.
I saw my 9-year old youngest son born. I was two months into my 30s.
I saw my 12-year old son turn 3. What a beautiful age. Life in this world is really just beginning, and a 3-year-old child proves it with every day that comes and goes.
I saw both of these boys start the first days of school, in kindergarten, with fresh faces and haircuts. Fear and excitement all over them both. A little sadness for a mom and dad, who knew what it meant to leave those kids there, at that school: were all getting a bit older.
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I saw my wife become something else, too: a beautiful woman, with wisdom, grace, style, love and caring.
I saw a girl become a woman of strength, a rock for those around her. I saw her smile. I saw her cry. I saw her fight. I saw her love. I watched her take on the world and win more than she lost.
I saw my marriage to her blessed by the Church. On the same day, my two sons became members of the body of Christ through baptism.
I watched as all three members of my family received the body, blood, soul and divinity of Christ through the Holy Eucharist for the first time.a href=http://blog.lee-stafford.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/first-holy-communion.jpgimg class=aligncenter size-medium wp-image-767 title=first holy communion src=http://blog.lee-stafford.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/first-holy-communion-300×225.jpg alt= width=300 height=225 //a
I saw friendships bloom and blossom and others wither and die.
I saw friends become business partners. I saw business partners become friends.
I saw an idea turn into a business and watched that business provide opportunities. I saw people get married, start families, buy homes and enjoy life a little more, in part, because an idea was acted upon – an idea became a business.
I saw failure lead to success and success give way to failure.
Ive seen life and death, health and sickness, love and hate.
Ive seen money come and go. Ive seen dreams interrupted by life, and life give dreams that werent imagined.
I saw hair on my pillow and in the shower and on my towel and skin where that hair should be. I saw dark hairs that remained in a href=http://blog.lee-stafford.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/funtiimes-on-vacation1.jpgimg class=alignleft size-medium wp-image-773 title=funtiimes on vacation src=http://blog.lee-stafford.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/funtiimes-on-vacation1-300×169.jpg alt= width=300 height=169 //aplace turn gray, and wrinkles, forged with experience, replace smooth spots, leaving a glimpse at the character who will make up the remaining pages of this story.
I saw part of Europe. I sat first class. I stayed in fine hotels, frequented the finest restaurants and bars. I ate well, and too much, oftentimes. I drank well, and too much, oftentimes.
I drove a car with the lid off from time to time.
I skied (or, should I say, I tried skiing). I bought a Cartier watch. I saw the Pacific Ocean from an infinity pool in Mexico while holding my wifes hands. I drank Big Ass Beers walking on Beale Street in Memphis. I had the best time in New Orleans. I slept on a cot on aa href=http://blog.lee-stafford.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/New-Orleans.jpgimg class=alignright size-medium wp-image-765 title=New Orleans src=http://blog.lee-stafford.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/New-Orleans-300×170.jpg alt= width=300 height=170 //a beach in the Caribbean. I saw dolphins from the deck of a ship, the Grand Canyon from the seat of plane. I saw the stars on the sidewalk in Hollywood, and rode in the backseat of a convertible Stang, with the top down, drinking peach schnapps from a bottle out of a paper bag.
I danced into the wee hours of the morning. I spent some nights never sleeping.
I put the finest wines Id ever tasted to my lips. I rubbed elbows and worked with the smartest people Ive known, writers, artists, thinkers, leaders, doers.
I put my toes in the sand in new places and heard what the ocean sounds like against shorelines I may never see again. I felt the breeze on my skin in the East and the West. I did these things with people I loved, and who loved me back.
These are the facts as I saw them, and there are many more. And should I live another 40 years (or more) or ten years or less, these were some of the blessings of 30-40.