Moose Out Front Should Have Told You

Today, I want to talk about love.

And how, if you have it, if you are it, how very little else matters.

Now, I don't want to say that I didn't have it growing up.

I did.

It's just I didn't have it present.

My folks worked so hard.

Every day.

They showed love through their sacrifice.

Toiling so that I might some day reap.

All of that to say, I went searching for love, adventure, and trouble alone.

I suppose we all do.

And I'm blessed to say I found it.

So blessed.

It staggers me.

And while I joke about thinking I'd be a monk alone on some mountain top, a part of me is so shocked it went this way.

A family man?

Beloved?

Daddy?

How about that?

I still worry about a lot of things.

But being loved isn't one of them.

I am loved.

And I know it.

I can see it.

I can feel it.

It's such a unique feeling.

Too powerful to even want to write about.

One I didn't expect I wanted or needed.

But I do.

I need something to fight for.

Someone to fight for.

Always have.

But I never thought I needed love.

It was just something you had.

That is until I met my wife.

Until we made our kids.

Their unconditional love feels to me very conditional.

In that, I have to earn it.

Be worthy of it.

Every single day.

Ahh, probably getting a little sentimental in my old(ish) age.

There's a scene in Pulp Fiction, where Travolta and Jackson are sitting in the diner, discussing what their future holds.

And Sam says he is going to walk the earth.

What you mean walk the earth?

You know, like Caine in Kung Fu.

Travel from town to town.

Meet people.

Get in adventures.

And so that's what I did.

But it was a pretty lonely time.

And now, I suppose I still do it.

But I'm never alone.

I got my pride with me.

🦁🐯😼😻

We roll deep.

All of a sudden I'm Chevy Chase.

On perpetual vacation.

Didn't see that coming.