The Family Jules

I've called her Jules or The Family Jules, or Babiness...since she was born. Light shines on my face as my baby girl has peopled herself into my world and my dreams. She is the absolute apple of my eye. She is the wind of goodness blown into my life...

This week beautiful Holly has gone off to work for a short stint leaving Miss Juliana Skye Campbell and I alone to house-it-up and play Mr. Dad: freelance writer with smiling, crying, sleeping, eating, puking, pooping angel of a baby.

We talk sometimes, though the we is I, but she does laugh and smile and coo.

She has the features of a doll, and is quite ignorant of the power to move the mountain inside her father's heart.

She is the red herring in my life, she is an opal, a star flower, a poplar in full bloom.

Her perfect features, a wonderment in my eyes...she is truly of her mother's beauty, only Beautiful Holly could have created this magic. (actually I was involved also)

So excuse me if I burst out about this little bit of a person. She sleeps as I type fast, knowing her waking comes quick.

I have to evaluate myself everyday, I need to stay in line, I need to be the man Jules and Holly need me to be.

I need to create my world to resemble a the world I want my daughter to grow up in. Whatever dark beast remains in my heart needs to be bled through the heart.

Her eyes truly are the fetch of a treasure from the depths of the ocean blue....

I stole this baby from the sky, I took her from the clouds, I stole my girl from the earth and the sea...I am the happy thief with my baby curled up and huddled in my arms like a football, with my stiff-arm outstretched blocking all the bullshit in front of me, and running from the bullshit behind.

I need to get it right...If get one thing right in this life it needs to be this.  

She is dreamy and she makes me sleepy...she has been poured by the vase of the holy waters of the world...she was handed directly to Holly and I from the angels...call me mad...it means nothing...

So I write and I write...I write for her and beautiful Holly and Tyler, Aidan and Owen...as I build my castle with broken bricks strengthened by the will of a family bond...

I think of the sky, as it offers the only freedom I want for this little love of mine to take flight among...

And for now I travel with her up on my shoulders through this journey, this life, this gift so big and so small...

I reach into the waters and feel the flow of all around me.

I search out that which need become whole again.

I call mother earth...I call to tree wind and rain...I call a thousand calls that all be well in her world...I carry her and carry her as far as I will go...