It was spring
semester of my sophomore year at FSU – circa 1997. I was in the thick of
my college experience; loathing group projects and exams; dreaming of what my
life would be like if and when I graduated. All important things at the
time, but not-so-important in the grand scheme of life. One thing that
got me through the rigors of college was music on CDs. But let’s be
transparently honest here, there were some cassette tape action interspersed in
between all of that CD listening. I remember one summer in particular -
jogging in the evenings, and often thinking about how incredibly cool I was.
Cool probably isn't the best term to use here because the oppressive heat
and humidity that beholds Tallahassee
is quite fierce and allows nothing to be "cool." Maybe what's
more apropos is "hot stuff." Yeah...because by the time I
finished tying my shoes outside, I was sweating already, but what set me apart
was that I had a Walkman with a mix tape in tow – oh how the finer things in
life have escaped through the cracks of aging.
There are many days interspersed throughout year, not just days leading up to Mother's Day, where I wish my mother was still alive to see our baby girl grow. I would want her to tell me stories about how I was when I was Meilyn's age. I would also want to hear her opinions and advice on how I could be a better husband and daddy. I think about how she would interact with Meilyn; how they would make each other laugh; how they would learn and speak Chinese together; go clothes shopping; cook Chinese food; but above all, learn how to be a kind, sweet, and loving person. All of my years growing up, I saw how she sacrificially gave of herself for my dad, brother, and me. I see that sacrifice in how Meilyn and I are loved by Amanda. All those years of wondering and hoping for a wife and family were just the "First Steps" of my dreams coming true.
~KH
Back to the
music...more specifically, “New Age” music. I’m not referring to weirdo
New Age religion; Wikipedia aptly describes “New Age” music as “a genre of
music intended to create artistic inspiration, relaxation, and optimism.”
So the artistic inspiration part…yea, not so much. The relaxation
and optimism aspects of it were the more sought after qualities. I’d
listen to this stuff, especially Jim Brickman (America ’s Romantic Piano
Sensation), for what seemed like hours upon hours in hopes of doing better on
my exams and class assignments. But these well-intentioned studying
habits would often devolve into me daydreaming about an eventual idyllic life
of being married to an incredible and loving wife; and then eventually growing
our family by having super cute and bright kids. So here we are…about 20
years later, I still listen to this music, now albeit at work on most days, and
on occasion, with Meilyn in the car with me trying to convince her that this
type of music is beautiful and that she should appreciate it because after all,
this is “America ’s
Romantic Piano Sensation” tickling the ivories.
When Jim
Brickman released his third album, “Picture This,” I rushed to Spec’s music to
purchase a copy of the CD. One song from the album was titled, “First
Steps.” I was enamored! To the point where I thought I was going to
make a killer family video one day with that song as a backdrop to reminisce
about our awesome son or daughter. Well…the overzealous idea birthed from
the 20-year-old version of me is finally coming to fruition 20 years later.
In 1997, I had
illusions of me being this great guy – deserving of girlfriend and wanting to
settle down after college. The
next 10 years proceeded to be a long sobering reminder of how imperfect I was
and how much I was in need of a Savior who would turn my spiritual infancy,
quick temper, and OCD ladened tendencies into redemptive qualities that would
someday compliment someone else's walk with Christ (cue Amanda's entrance into
my not-as-awesome-as-I-thought life). So
since then, life has been clearer and more purposeful with her by my side.
She has shown me aspects of Christ through her kindness, gentleness,
calmness, and loving nature. I’m
forever grateful that she has invested the last two plus years of her life
raising our baby girl into a thriving and healthy 2-year-old. Our daughter is everything I dreamed
my first child would be like and more. Amanda,
through her words and actions, reminds me every day to strive to be more like
Christ, and to love our daughter more gently, patiently, and graciously.
There are many days interspersed throughout year, not just days leading up to Mother's Day, where I wish my mother was still alive to see our baby girl grow. I would want her to tell me stories about how I was when I was Meilyn's age. I would also want to hear her opinions and advice on how I could be a better husband and daddy. I think about how she would interact with Meilyn; how they would make each other laugh; how they would learn and speak Chinese together; go clothes shopping; cook Chinese food; but above all, learn how to be a kind, sweet, and loving person. All of my years growing up, I saw how she sacrificially gave of herself for my dad, brother, and me. I see that sacrifice in how Meilyn and I are loved by Amanda. All those years of wondering and hoping for a wife and family were just the "First Steps" of my dreams coming true.
Happy Mother's
Day to you, AmandaLyn.
~KH