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Saturday, June 21, 2014

What Dreams Are Made Of


Our lives have settled into a rhythm of sorts. They have become wonderfully, gloriously mundane. The wife and I both agree we made a good baby. She only cries when she’s hungry, is surprisingly aware for being just over a week old, and I could just sit there and watch her sleeping for hours on end without thinking even a second of it a waste of time.

Thus far fatherhood has taught me many things, and I continue to be taught on a daily basis.

I am living my dream, and that’s a grace few individuals can say they’ve lived, and mean it.

My dream was never to go into outer space, to ride a bucking bronco, to four-wheel it through the Sahara, backpack it through the Amazon, or climb K1. My dream, ever since I entered adulthood, was to have a quiet existence with my wife, and our children, and do silly, underappreciated things like watch a duck and her ducklings march along the banks of a pond, or listen to birds chirping in the twilight.

I’ve been traveling since the age of twelve, away from family and loved ones since before I was a teenager, and just being there, together, doing nothing more complex than watching the world go by is more appealing to me than one could possibly imagine.

I am living my dream, simple as it might be, and I am daily thankful for having had the opportunity to do so before it all crumbles beneath our toes.

No, I have not forgotten my calling, I have not forgotten my mission, I am well aware of the times we are living in, and the lateness of the hour, but even in times such as these there are graces one cannot pass up, or reject, because I know this was God’s gift to me no matter what others might say.

Thank you all for your kind words, your encouragements, and your prayers. You are my family, my friends, my brothers and my fellow soldiers in Christ.

Thank you also for understanding that this is a special time for my family and I, and if I am less frequent in my posts, it is not because I’ve given up writing, it is because I want to savor every minute, knowing that one day I will look upon these moments as the fondest of my existence here on earth.

With love in Christ,
Michael Boldea Jr.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dear Michael,
Your blog today really spoke to my heart. It was so encouraging and reminded me to slow down and live the quiet life we were meant to live. We need to savor the precious moments that the Lord gives us. I am so glad that you and your wife were blessed with a daughter. Take the time to love her and enjoy this time with her. Her name is beautiful!
Blessings, Vicki

Mary L said...

Wonderful! So glad you have this time and I pray the moments slow down even more so you can both savor them deeply!

Suzy said...

Hi Michael,

So happy for you & your wife!
The wonderful joy that comes with becoming a parent is something you can't fully describe until you experience it yourself. It is a wonder to ponder how fearfully and wonderfully a child has been created in the womb by the Lord God Himself. He is the One who designed us humans! He puts the DNA together while we try to do the right things that nuture the new little life to grow to his/her best potential. And then the day of birth arrives! And then a whole new relationship begins! Its amazing how much we love and desire to protect our child/ren!
Praising God for the beautiful gift of Belle that He has given you!
Rejoicing with you,
Suzy