Posted by: littlebitofparadise | October 1, 2014

Luke’s Wish Come True





Every work day morning, our family ritual is for the boys and I to sit outside on our front porch steps, in our pajamas, and say goodbye to my Hubs as he leaves for work. We stay on the porch until we hear the last honk of his horn (one for each boy) and see the last glimpse of his car turn the corner at the end of the street.

And every single morning since we’ve moved to Charlotte, Luke has asked to go to work with Daddy. He’s been DYING to go to work with Daddy.

This morning, thanks to the most awesome boss in the world, Luke’s wish came true. He went to work with Daddy.

My heart was a pool of butter on our driveway watching his excitement and pride as he got into Daddy’s back seat. I can hardly handle the cuteness.

Single Girlfriends – marry a good man. Seriously – hold out for a really great guy. Because when you have sons, they will want to be JUST. LIKE. HIM.




IF – by Rudyard Kipling 
If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!



P.S. Update – the staff made up a name tag badge just for our son!




  1. I am DYING over this! You can see him oozing with pride and excitement.

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