Two weeks ago in Nova Scotia, our son’s initials on a Canadian license plate.
Cheryl picked Chapin’s first name. I picked his middle name. Shortly after this trip, while walking down a country road for ice cream, I told him the story of his middle name.
If something bad ever happened to me, eventually he would ask, “Why is my middle name Shepard?”
Got back from Halifax, Nova Scotia yesterday in time to grill a lobster dinner for Mother’s Day on our back porch, next door to Disney’s Magic Kingdom.
Four days in Canada. One day of running. Not ideal. It ain’t easy. Never is.
Everyday it’s the same, like a broken record. Be ready for fear, doubt, and oh yeah, be ready for apathy, or worse, self-pity.
Except we don’t get 9 lives…
The gift of each new day demands we be ready for the obvious challenge.
The daily, never-ending appearance of fear and doubt.
This battle must be fought. How hard is up to us.
Daily. That’s why jeff noel sounds like a broken record.
Photo: A Halifax, Nova Scotia porch, near the shipyard, April 2011.