This is a picture of my son (left), my cousin (middle), and his son (right).
The picture makes me smile, but there is a lot going on.
1.) my son was not drinking a diet coke, it was only a sip I promise
2.) my cousin is a lot of fun to hang with, and makes an amazing batch of crawfish
3.) his son was full of laughs
That swing was on the front porch of my wife's grandmother house where family was always welcome and often found. It was right across the street from the beach and you could sit there and drink beer all day long and not have a care in the world.
That swing, porch, and everything else in that picture has completely washed away. Not damaged, GONE. I can either look at that picture and think about how a 25ft storm surge wiped off that part of the map or I can remember how fun that day was. The family was together. The beer was cold, absolutely perfect to chase down a spicy batch of crawfish, potatoes, and corn on the cob, and soothe cayenne burnt lips. It was hot that day, but with the sea breeze coming of the water, I wouldn't change a thing. I remember the mid-day nap with my son on my chest.
I can't choose what has happened in the past, but I can choose to reflect on the memories that make me happy. In reflecting on this one little picture, I will not let pain, sadness, or frustration ruin what I remember from that day.
If you couldn't tell already, I am in a pretty happy place, and it has a lot to do with family and friends. Now, I don't know you that well, but I know you have a son that pretty much worships you, friends that will fly 1000's of miles to hang out with you, and chicas at every turn. Your pool of great memories of past, present, and future has a deep end. Swim out of the shallow end and enjoy a few.