Sunday, April 26, 2009

Hi

I'm Rivers... i'm 1 hour and a half old here!!!

This is my mom... She Loves me very much even though i like to pee on her when she takes my diapers off! She was very tired here... after 12 hours of being at the hospital with everyone's help, me, my dad, my mom, the doctor and all my family and friends who came to cheer us on... i finally came into this world! My mom was the most brave of all, she lost a lot of blood and almost died, i had to spend the night in the nursery so mom could get new blood all night and morning!! I was very scared for her, but she's all better and strong now! Some stranger gave her blood, thank you stranger!!! and thank you Doctor for keeping my mom safe! Me and my dad are very grateful for you!

Thank you for all my new family and friends who came to see me, i cant wait to show you how cute i'm going to be when i grow up!

You'll see a whole bunch more of me here!

-Rivers
(written by dad!)

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

More Pictures

Want more Pictures? Check the Flickr... to the right of my blog, just click it! :)
Or this...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/nayt/



Story of the last few days is coming soon.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

If there's anything....

that can explain perfection... I have found it:





Welcome my little one...

April 13th, 2009, 10:47pm, 8lbs 2 oz.


:)

Thursday, April 2, 2009

To My Little Monster

Little Rivers --

May you have a constant shine in your ever so near path to the future.

Hear you me, it will only be easy if you allow it to be. You are a rib from my side, a road not traveled, a beautiful highway of still water.

Never let go of this all trusting heart i hope I'm about to hand you. You may wake up some mornings with it being bruised from others amusement or swelling from others attention, do not ever let any of this callous the soft and forgiving skin of your heart.
For this my little friend is my definition to you, I, as your dad, have always needed proof, i do not need organization in my daily moral, i do not need an almanac of poorly written translations to stamp a smile on my face. I remain the happiest i have ever been when i realized the true and final meaning of love and religion is forgiveness.

If your life endeavors lead you to hurt and heartache, forget it, forgive, forgive your self, and move on, for then you are always the better.

Do not stop asking questions, do not stop wondering how a ball of dough becomes a loaf of bread, how a mountain side of snow becomes a flourishing green forest, if you have a dream then fall in love with it, grab it, and run with it.

With every little pulse of blood through your golden veins you have access to something most people forget they have, access to something more important than knowledge, something every child rockets him self into space with ... your imagination... equally as important as any theory Einstein presented to the world. Do not lose sight of this, do not let the daily routine of reality and imagination become two different definitions.

and now comes my selfish bit...

A wise person once told me its not easy to make a mark in this infinite world of white whales, but you, my little monster, made a big mark with out yet entering this emotion torn earth air.

You are my Giant and you are my Lion...

Thank you little Rivers, you opened my heart to that quaint spark of incredible, to that Giant leap of a miracle, to that blissful Roar of love.

Sincerely,
Your back support for life.
-Nayt

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams"

Today, being the day it is... i thought I'd share a wonderful poem, by one of the best:


Dream within a Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

The Late Great Edgar Allen Poe.

The meaning of this poem does not relate to any part of my current life,
but this poem could be the definition of beauty.

-Nayt