GWENDOLYN.

DINOSAUR TUTU are you serious
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Gwendolyn a name from Welsh orgin. Name means gwen (white, fair, blessed) dolyn (brows, eyebrows) a very popular name in the 1950s.
me and my wife have always loved the name it’s just a beautiful name and now after so many years we get to use it. it’s a long dispute that we’ve had who came up with the name. I say I did she says she did. Wouldn’t it be crazy if we both did. she was always meant to be and that was always meant to be her name .she is set to come at anytime. This is fucking happening and nobody is stopping it. Not that anyone wants to.
I’m having a baby girl. The most precious thing on earth. fragile, innocent, made of sugar spice and everything nice. just a pure ball of joy and love. we are bringing her into a dark world that when she lands will be that much lighter. all parents want the best for their kids. most parents will tell you their kid will do great things. I’m already proud of mine and she isn’t even here yet. so as a near future dad I can relate. you know. it’s my job to make sure shes safe, loved and happy. I’m not worried about her doing great things. to that I mean sure I believe she will, but even if she ends up a car salesman. I’ll be proud. I’ll love her. I’m not here on this earth to pressure her one way or the other. I’m here to be a stable bow. I want to make sure she is humble and kind. Make sure she knows the value of a dollar. Most importantly is happy. give her every opportunity to find something in this life that makes her happy. shes my something. Her and her mom are the only things in life that have ever truly made me happy. how? is the question. how in todays fast paced world. Must have it now kinda society. Do we show our kids that hard work and do diligence are rewarding. I always come back to the fact that kids learn from what the parents do. so at the end of the day I gotta get my shit together. because shes gonna learn my bad habits. monkey see monkey do and say. definitely that last one kids repeat shit you say like a talking parrot. of course I have wishes and wants for her. I would love it if she loves things I loved as a kid. soccer, track, starwars. but no matter what she loves if its ballerina dancing or barbies or whatever. I’m gonna be there for it all. front row with bells on. and I’m pretty good at playing barbies to. it’s hard to say exactly why I’ve always wanted a girl. not that I wouldn’t of been happy with a son. in my head and throughout the years of seeing fathers and daughters in movies and real life. a father and daughters relationship is just so special. Raising a daughter in my opinion is one of the most important and hard jobs on this planet and don’t get me wrong I’d love to have a boy one day. it’s funny we just had our baby shower and there were many babies and little kids there. there was this little boy there that I had a blast with. part of me has always been a little kid I’ve always been able to play with and get along with little kids. we’ve all been kids ourselves we should all be able to relate. but as we grow up we lose a lot of the kid inside us. we get hardened by the world we stop having fun we stop believing in fairy tales. it’s sad. I plan on making sure gwen always believes in fairy tales she has to. shes apart of one. not believing in fairytales would mean she doesn’t believe in herself. that’s my daughter she’s real . Ol blue eyes had it right.Fairy tales can come true. It can happen to you if you’re young at heart. Today I leave you with a beautiful poem by Khalil Gibran. take from it what you will.

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
     And he said:
     Your children are not your children.
     They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
     They come through you but not from you,
     And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
     You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
     For they have their own thoughts.
     You may house their bodies but not their souls,
     For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
     You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
     For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
     You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
     The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
     Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
     For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable

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