Arwen

My daughter Arwen was born on February 11, 1979.

I don’t know if it will ever be a date that millions will celebrate, or carry images of her on a chain around their necks, but her birth sure changed my life. It is because of her that I became a dad and Louise became a mom. It is funny how a first child will do that. She is a pretty amazing person and I wouldn’t be surprised if she somehow finds fame and glory. It probably won’t be as a rock star (I’ve heard her sing), or really any kind of musician, because the only thing she can play is the radio.

I remember how happy Louise and I were when we brought her home. From the very beginning she was a very sweet tempered child. You know, at first even her shit didn’t stink! That didn’t last though. I knew there would be some problems raising her when I saw her in front of the mirror crying. I asked what was wrong and she told me that she was just practicing. She never cried very much, but whenever she did, my heart would just melt. Unfortunately, I was the one that caused her to cry a lot of the time and although it made sense to me back then I do regret it now. Back in those days, a hug and a slurpee would usually be enough to wash the tears away.

She is one of those people that are smart, charming and that everyone likes. People feel comfortable around her and for the most part I think she feels comfortable around others. She is pretty smart, and when she wasn’t skipping I am sure she made intelligent contributions to the class. She did well in school and I am sure if she had spent more actual time in the classroom she could have had even better grades.

I could talk about all of her accomplishments and what a fine person that she has turned out to be, but I hope that she knows how I feel towards her and just how proud I am. There are two things that she has done that really makes her a shining light in my eyes. She has given me my grandsons, Hurricane and Tornado.

She continues to be a light in my life and manages to laugh at me in a way that makes me laugh as well…usually. She keeps me grounded and I understand that she even reads this blog from time to time. She says she reads it in order to keep track of the lies. That’s probably a good idea.

I just wanted to say thanks for joining the family all of those years ago and your mom and I look forward to many more years of laughter with you.