Here I am… gone but not forgotten. Have I been absent due to an insane schedule? Perhaps. But that’s a lame excuse. Maybe I’ve been waiting for something monumental to happen. And it has.
I have these two friends, Brandon and Sara. They are married. I look for words in my heart to describe them and I don’t find words. Just emotion. They are simply the BEST friends you can have. People long for others they can truly be themselves around, and in them that is what I’ve found.
You can’t know Brandon and Sara without understanding exactly what I am trying to say. They don’t have enemies. They only have love. And they share it even when they don’t know that’s what they’re doing. I love them and don’t know how I got so lucky to know them.
Last week they had a baby. It was their third. It was a boy named Brady.
Brady already has a legacy set in motion for his life. His older brother, Elliot, was born last year and God was able to use him for a lifetime of purpose in just one hour. That’s how long he lived in this world.
Brady is finally here and for many of us who only have pictures to compare, we think “he looks so much like Elliot!” Now, with his own identity and purpose before him, his world has awaited his arrival to see what God will do next in the life of this family. And to continue Elliot’s legacy seems like a pretty good start. Joining Mom, Dad, and Big Sis Sydney, this is a family that the world needs. And I feel sorry for people who don’t know them.
I love Sydney. Can’t explain it. I just do. A couple months before Brady was born, Sara asked me (and I love her honesty in this question) “I know you’re not particularly fond of children, but do you think you’ll love Brady like you love Sydney?” I gave an equally honest answer that went something like “I hope so!” I had no idea how this worked.
I wish I knew back then what I know now so I could have given her a different answer. Parents love their kids because they are a part of themselves. That’s something that never changes and that’s why the love is there and never goes away. While my love for their children is different than their own, the same rules apply. I love Brandon and Sara. So it is only natural I will love every part of them. And that will not change.
Below you can watch a video of Brady’s first day alive. This song is especially meaningful to me because it reminds me so much of Elliot. I don’t think Brady would mind sharing that with him! It’s a reminder that when pain comes and pain goes away, there is greater want and there is more to life worth desiring.
I met some friends last night at a wine bar. While discussing how I wanted to buy a Vespa, one of them said “What does your Tatoo mean?” I told him “No one knows.” He said, “Have you ever been to stuffwhite-peoplelike.com?”
I’ve spent a pretty good part of my afternoon looking at Vespas. After my trip to Rome in the Spring, I realized how practical and convenient (not to mention stylish!) they are. I live in the city and don’t rely too heavily on a car. Dallas has pretty good public transportation which I have grown accustom to using for pretty much everything. I take the train to work, and use the buses and cabs for everything else when it is just too far to walk. But let’s face it… it is Dallas, and Dallasites love their cars, which means not everything is easily accessible by public transit.
I found a new artist a couple weeks ago. His name is Jay Brannan and he hails from Houston, TX. Shout Out. Currently living in New York, he is rising to fame through the powers of youtube. For the past couple years he has been posting his songs, some originals, some covers, mostly recorded from his apartment. His fan base is growing and he is currently on tour. This week he released his second album, under self-owned label Great Depression Records, called “In Living Cover” which is comprised of seven covers and two of his own songs. It’s great!
