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.