If stitches were like riches
Then my wishes are quite listless
So no suture for my troubles
I’ll bleed out like gutted fishes
If I’m digging you like ditches
But I’ve used up all my wishes
Then unrequited is my lust
Unreturned …

Don’t fixate on your weaknesses and what you can’t do. Focus on your strengths and what you can do.

I was going through old pictures yesterday and came across this (almost) three-year old one of Christopher, my sons, and I. My how they’ve all grown.

A bit over 12 weeks ago, my beloved nephew and namesake, Christopher Rousseau, began his first day of basic training with the United States Marine Corps in Parris Island, SC. Who would have guessed …

and roll tape…