It's a dream for the waking
It's a flower touched by flame
It's a gift for the giving
It's a power with a hundred names
Surge of energy, spark of inspiration
The breath of love is electricity
Maybe time is bird in flight
Here we come out of the cradle
From Dante's muse to my Mama muse to our first born muse with the Beatrice namesake.
From the spark of elegant inspiration to rustic spans of geological time with the Bryce namesake.
For me fatherhood was birthed from patient love and the lifelong task of besting my failures and bettering my life for my wife and my daughters.
And endlessly rocking.
Always endlessly rocking.
My dad may not like my music, but he taught me to be personally responsible and to lead myself with integrity, honesty and directness.
Elevate and own the day -- you're less likely to fall that way.
But if you do like I've done, get that butt off the ground and get back to endlessly rocking.
Thank you, Dad. I love you.
Happy Father's Day to you and all the rockin' dads out there.
(Thank you for the NFL Dads Dedicated to Daughters Mama!)