Micah prayer

It started with a trip to Walmart, as many of my stories do. Micah and I were going to get some flowers to put on Kathy’s grave for Valentine’s Day. If you have ever had a chance to go with Micah to the store, you know that everyone around him hears what he is looking for. So here I am walking through Walmart with an almost three year old how is talking in his loader than normal voice saying, “Hey Daddy, I want yellow and pink flowers for Mom’s grave.” Two notes here, 1. If you want to get people to look at you in Walmart, this is the way, 2. Walmart doesn’t sell any combinations of pink and yellow flowers. So after a little debate we went with pink, purple, and white.

On the way to the grave we talked about Kathy and Micah said she could be my Valentine too. Ok, sorry I forgot to put the warning in the beginning of this post. It is probably because it has been soooo long since my last. So, if you need to stop here and get tissues, or just end it, I understand. For those brave (or sadistic) people who continue, just remember; I warned you!

So we get to the grave and Micah does his usual checking everyone’s numbers (birth and death dates) and we go over who is where. So before we leave I tell him that if he wants to talk to his mommy he can do it here.

So he looks up into the sky and says “Hey Mommy, whatcha doin’? You blowing bubbles?” I get him ready to leave and put him in his car seat and go to shut the door and he starts yelling No, Daddy, No.” I ask him what is the matter and he tells me he has one more thing to tell Mommy. So I leave the door open and he yells out the car “Oh, hey Mommy, Daddy misses you. Ok, bye bye.”

On the way back home we talk about how he can talk to Mommy whenever he wants, just like you can talk to God whenever you want. Then my almost three year old son says one of the most spiritual things I have ever heard. He says “Hey God, whatcha you what me to do before I go to heaven? Ok, bye bye.” I think that prayer is the most powerful I have ever heard.

So as Valentines approaches, just remember that you can’t really love someone unless you love God first. Treasure you loved ones because you are treasured by God. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Here are a few of Micah's recent performances. Enjoy

Joy to the World

Here is my Christmas gift to you all. I figured I could get each one of you a new car or a trip to Fiji, but you all could get that from anyone. So I chose the thing of the most value to me that I can share with you all, Micah. No, I am not farming him out to everyone that reads his post (though some of you would jump at the chance), I am showing you all some of his cutest pictures of the last year. Enjoy!

And remember to spend this season focusing on how much you love your family and how much God loves you. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

Happy Birthday Kathy

Today would have been Kathy’s 28^th birthday. I know what you are thinking, “Grab the tissues. Nathan’s trying to make us cry again.” That is not my plan this time. This is a celebratory post. This post is so that we can always remember the incredible and loving woman Kathy was.

She was really amazing. Her heart was much larger then it probably should have been, especially for me. It was like the Dr. Seuss move about the Grinch, the part where his heart is so big it breaks the box. Some of you remember; the rest of you will have to watch it again to know what I am talking about. She may have fused and complained a little to me, but she always did whatever she could for everyone. She loved her job too. Not because of the work, but because she was able to give people something incredible, children. I was always so proud of watching her work. She worked for every family as if it was her own child she was trying to get home.

I also was so proud of her when she talked about Micah. She loved that little mess way before he ever made his appearance. We would talk for hours discussing how we were going to raise him up to be a great man. I know she is proud of the way he is growing up.

For someone who knew she could ask anything from her husband and get it, she never took advantage of theat. She was level headed, organized, and sensible. Thankfully she was able to keep me in balance. She really was an amazing person.

So today, or whenever you read this, don’t feel sorry for me. Feel sorry for anyone that never had a chance to meet her. Feel sorry for those people who never find someone as wonderful as Kathy Herrod Robison. Don’t feel sorry for me, because I was able to spend the best part of my life with someone who made me a better person.

Kathy, I love you and miss you. Micah and I are doing fine, and we will see you up there someday. Keep watching over us.

Here are the pics, (captions by Micah)

Daddy won't let me play with his flowers.

Someone left a mess. I should clean it up.

Lets dump them again.

I can't do the slips in these pants.

If I kick this will it roll down the stairs? More importantly, can Daddy get to me before I do?

I can stay awake for the partyzzzzz

My son is so cute!

This weekend two of my friends got married and they thought a wedding full of kids would be a great idea. (Man I wish there was a sarcastic font.) One of those lucky kids was our very own Micah. He was one of the two ring bearers and this is the story of "The Bearer of the Rings: The Two Toddlers (obvious J.R.R. Tolkien reference).
The events started Friday night with rehearsal. Micah was wonderful. Every time we practiced, he ran down the isle straight to the groom. Lets call him Tim. Tim would pick Micah up and give him a big hug. Then Micah would get down and walk to me and I would go sit him down. I was a groomsmen, so he didn't have to walk far. It was the cutest thing I have ever seen in a wedding ever. The other ring bearer was not as happy about his roll to play in this wedding.
Well, the big day came and we had pictures from 12 to 1:30. Little side note, Micah's nap time usually starts somewhere between 12 and 1:30. So we are taking pictures and he does fine. We practice running down the isle a couple of more times. My mistake was doing these practices back to back, you will see why in a second.
So 2:00 hits, Micah is a little cranky at this time but not bad, and the wedding is about to start. I walk down the isle with the bride's (lets call her Heather) youngest sister and take my place at the front. Then they open the doors for the ring bearers. Everyone is standing so I can't see Micah but I can hear the Ohhs and Ahhs from the crowd. Micah comes up to the front with the other little boy, gives Tim the pillow and turns around to do it again (just like we practised Dad). By this time the flower girls are dropping leaves. It was a Fall theme. Micah, acting on instinct decides to help these little girl pick up their mess. He started picking up the leaves and tried to put them back in the basket. Luckily his grandma was there to whisk him away. I know that Tim and Heather will probably find the rest of the ceremony the main event, but for me, my son's attempt to help clean up was the highlight of the day. Now if we can just transfer that home it will be great. Maybe I should have him clean up in a tux at home.
I know what a lot of you are thinking. "Where are the picture?"
You will just have to tune in to our next issue of Micah's Chronicle. It will be a picture packed installment.
Until then, let people know that you cherish them and that they have meaning in your life. They need to know!

Unhappy Anniversary (warning: sad post ahead)

Tomorrow is the 6th anniversary of my marriage to Kathy. For some reason this year is worse than last. Maybe I was still numb last year, who knows. I am blessed to have friends and family that have helped make theweek a little better. I don't know what I would have done if God didn't give me such great people to surround me at times like these.
Those of you who never got to meet Kathy, I am sorry you missed out. She was really one of a kind. She had the sweetest, kindest heart I have ever seen. But on the fill side she had a temper like no one else. She really did love people, especially her family. She was a hard worker too. If she was working on something it was going to get done, period. It may take her until all hours of the night to do it, but it got done. It also had to be done her way, otherwise it might not be done right. The day before she died she was at her office until 8 pm. She didn't want to leave her coworkers with to much work to do during her pregnancy leave. She was in charge of our house too. Bills, insurance, schedules, all hers. I would get a list of chores to do on my off days and she knew that I would do them. I was glad to do them. ( I know this is just a bunch of rambling thoughts, so I understand if you stopped reading a long time ago. I just have to get it down.)I loved the way she would do anything for anyone without complaining ( to them). I miss her wanting to talk at 11pm while I tried to sleep or her need to be held so she could fall asleep. She really did love me and I still love her. That is one thing I miss the most, showing her how much I loved her. I did my best to make her feel like a princess. She knew whatever she wanted she got, most of the time. Every holiday I always got her two cards, one she could open around others and one that was a more private type of card. (Those of you who don't understand that last statement, just ask your parents to explain it to you later.) Valentine's day and our anniversary were my two favorite holidays because it gave me an excuses to go overboard on stuff for Kathy. Now those two days are the hardest to deal with. I hope that those of you who are still reading this very have to feel this way. I know that God has me going through this for a reason, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't still hurt. I heard a song the other day that had three words that summed it up for me. "Broken but singing".
So those of you who are still reading, get a Kleenex, wipe your eye, and go love. Love with all you are. Love until you know without a shadow of a doubt that the people you love know how much. Life sometimes gives you second chances, but sometimes it doesn't. Don't waste them on the things that are meaningless. Only three things last forever, Faith, Hope, and Love. Go give someone something that will last forever!