The inspiration… of a teaspoon of honey.
One of the golden rules of running a relay is that you never look behind you for an outstretched baton… but I’ve found that some things being exchanged are just too precious to not visually confirm. Besides, if you’re fast enough… it won’t matter… you’ll make up for it on the back straight anyway.
Man, I could’ve sworn I was bigger. I’ve been a smidge under 5’11” my whole adult life. But, on my mom’s 80th birthday, at 8:35am on a cold Sunday this past January 7th… I couldn’t find 5’9”. Hell, maybe I’ve just been trying to out reach my nature this whole time. Wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve done it my whole life… tried to swing above my weight class. Not because I could… but because someone made me believe I could. I mean REALLY believe. And maybe when life’s linebackers see a believer coming their way… they lose a bit of belief in themselves.
I went to the junior olympics in track when I was 9 years old for the 50 yd. dash, the 100 yd. dash, and to anchor the 4X100 relay… got recruited into the Alief Track Club after that same someone saw me on the football field running from a pack of chasers and noted that my “from” was exceptionally faster than their “to”. I always knew I was “locally” fast, but certainly not on the national level. I remember the endless qualifying rounds & heats that spread over a month, and just being happy to be there.
I knew there were faster heats where the REALLY fast kids were. But my “knew” was wrong. The only thing those heats did was weed out the trailers… and when the list of 8 names was posted of those that qualified for the finals in JK Butler stadium… mine was printed right at the bottom. That can’t be right. There was about .3 of a second spread from first to me on the qualifying sheet… and I knew that .3 was a lifetime in a sprint, but holy God… I was in the finals of the junior olympics.
I remember hearing a story in my ear on the starting line about the pain that comes in the final 20 yards, and that if I could push them hard enough, well those other 7 punks would turn towards comfort in tough times… but someone special, someone the voice knew & loved, would run even faster… straight into the storm… to get the good shit. I knew that was all fine & dandy, but I’d need something else entirely to find .3 of a second. You know, my name sounded different on those stadium speakers… like an echo. Like each speaker received the call to action just a millisecond after the previous… all the way around the stadium in a 440 yard loop… right back to the starting line where a teaspoon full of honey was held in front of me by the strongest hand I knew… a teaspoon that I was told contained all the extra energy I needed. I looked up to see if it was true… and saw a nod and a smile that knew in it’s core that I would be the fastest little shit on Earth that day. Holy hell, it must be true. I remember looking around to see if any of the other kids had honey. Nope. Not a one. I believed… because someone else that would never lie to me believed. And, turns out it WAS true. You know, I didn’t think the national anthem would ever sound better than it did after those races…. almost like it was written for me… stood on that giant podium 3 times that day. Hell, it was almost as tall as I was… but I’m not afraid of those heights.
An entire generation later I found myself discussing goals with a 5 year old swimmer who couldn’t complete a single length of the pool on the night before his first day on his local swim team.
We outlined the necessary routes to achieve our goal; our goal of not grabbing the ropes or stopping before getting to the wall… and we proceeded to crush that goal within a week.
Then came the 1st meet… and a blue ribbon. Then, more blue ribbons.
Then, he decided he wanted a gold medal. So, I inquired. Turns out they only give out medals after the regular season… to the very best of the best… those who not only qualify for the prestigious invitationals… but win.
So, a very difficult and highly improbable goal was set… but I’ve never forgotten that voice that believed in me that day at JK Butler stadium… that voice that believed in me my whole life. That voice was always one of my absolute favorites. So, I tried to find mine… and I told him. I first told him about the initial 5 yards of solid blue lane rope, and that we’d dive in, but we wouldn’t take any breaths until those ropes broke into blue/white for the middle portion of the pool… and we would paddle… hard… straight for the pain. Then, I told him about the end… that when we reached the final solid blue portion for the last 5 yards before the wall… we’d laugh at the discomfort and seek out and find an additional, even higher gear no matter how much it hurt… we’d keep our head down with no breaths, and drive for that wall… just daring the weak to keep up.
And, even if HE didn’t believe in him, well, there was always that magic teaspoon of honey right before the horn that he DID believe in. That teaspoon that I had believed in.
His times steadily dropped meet by meet until he finally qualified for the much heralded Red, White, and Blue Invitationals on his last meet. It’s funny, in that big-time indoor pool he was the only kid on a starting block that wasn’t wearing a deadly serious swim cap… and hell, those that were quietly confident & nonchalant were always the kids I was afraid of. 7 swimmers shaking their arms out and staring with a Michael Phelps focus down their lane looking for home… but just one scanning the crowd looking for his… and he found it with a wave. 8 little paddlers screamed across the pool that day this past summer in a perfect dead heat all the way up to that final 5 yards with the solid blue rope. But, only one head never popped up for that glorious lungful of air in that final blue. Just one. THE one.
My God, I’d be lying if I told you that I kept it together watching that. And I’ve watched that video hundreds of times seeing a 3rd generation game plan implemented, executed & realized to perfection by someone I knew & loved… because of belief… a belief that was handed down to someone looking back to make sure he had a firm grip… a belief in something that he’ll someday realize has nothing to do with who he is.
But, by then it’ll be too late. He’ll be so used to successfully swinging above his weight class that he won’t miss or need that honey, and that weight class will be like his own back yard… where he’ll plant whatever the fuck he chooses… and where I’ll now plant a tree. One that I think we’ll call Grandaddy… after his own.
I think the podiums get taller with each generation. So much so that a fall looks like it would break a leg. But hell, he’s not afraid of those heights… and neither is the Kid he has in his balls… one that’ll hopefully someday look at a once again 5’11” man… and call him Grandaddy.
You know… some men are petrified of someday turning into their dads, and others just dream… of someday… doing just that.
Beautiful. Perfect. What more can I say?
Your writing is beautiful and a fantastic rendition on triumph for your kiddo after hard work and tenacity. Thank you for sharing this beautiful story
P.S. my mom always gave me honey before my races at swim meets.
This is a great story. And I just love to read your words. I enjoyed it a lot and I often had tears when reading in my eyes. Thank you for writing this story for us. God bless!
Sean…I haven’t read words so full of love and pride in a very long time!! These text is definitely one of the most beautiful declarations of love I’ve ever read…so many memories to treasure and to pass on to your kids❤
Here comes the biggest hug I ever sent to you, hope you’d feel it on the other side of the earth!!
…dream on with the teaspoon in your hand and all the love you received and gave and you’ll ever receive and give deep down in your heart!! In the end it’s everything that counts❤ love ya
You are such a wonderful person Sean I love everything you do and thanks for sharing it.
Love your blog. Miss you when you are gone. Great writer, bought Jane two. Don’t be a stranger, you are loved
I take a teaspoon of local honey very often. Thank you for sharing and it was great to see you in Atlanta this past October! Hope to see you there next year! Never let anyone dull your shine!
What a beautiful story! Thank you for sharing this!
This is fantastic. Well done. 🙂
You made my eyes leaky with this post.
Swim, Charlie, swim. You can do it, little guy.
Glad to see you back on here! Love your writing!
OMG! So inspirational, just what the power of belief can do. Thank you for this reminder that all that matters is what I hold true to me and believe about me
Even after a long silence sometimes I swear you are stalking my life. You always seem to tell me just what I need to hear at just the right time. Today had just begun crying hysterically about the awful situation I’ve gotten myself in; when at just that moment your email came through. And once again, but of course, you told me just what I needed to hear. What I’m currently going through is my own sort of relay with no end in sight and I’ve been wasting time looking back for that baton. Thanks to you I’ll look ahead, even if i can’t see the finish line; looking for that teaspoon of honey that awaits me! Thanks Sean; you are the best friend I’ve never met. I’m so thankful for your existence!
WOW! What a way to bring a warm smile to your readers near the end of a long cold week!
P.S I got a Snickers bar before my soccer games.
That was great. loved the pictures. I swam on local swim team when I was a kid called the mighty ducks. I was on the swim team in high school too, Its a great sport. I never had honey before a meet though, Keep up the hard work.
Just wonderful! Your family is beautiful. I know you must be busting with pride!
Great read….Great family
Beautiful….You’ve instilled belief into your kids as your dad did for you, sometimes it’s all it takes to push ahead, move forward…to win! You’ve also did the same for so many and we are very thankful for that…and you. And while I never met your Dad or Grandaddy, I kinda feel like I did because I’ve met you and just knowing you, the guy you are, that speaks volumes to who they were; your future granbabies will be very lucky to have you. Much Love to you and your family and be sure to tell Charlie…”Way to go, congrats!!!”
Very beautiful writen Sean! And congrats to your little champion! I wish him many more! To all of your children. I’m sure you’re the most proud daddy in the world right now! We’re all happy finally to see you back & writing again.
great story. i always enjoy your stories
Such an awesome way to encourage without discouraging. Beautiful story start to finish.
“A father is a son’s first hero” is what came to my mind first when I read these lines.. and in this particular case, I wanna go on a limb and say, this goes both ways. The importance of a father believing in his kid is something irreplaceable, and it’s something that shouldn’t cease when the kid reaches “adulthood”.. whatever that means. And I know you’ll always believe in your kids, just as your dad always believed in you. And as long as you keep hearing that voice, keep it in your heart, hold on to it… It won’t ever be silenced.
Congrats to Charlie… and thank you for sharing this. God bless!
Beautiful story, Sean. Passing on strength, hope and love generation to generation is a very important part of being a parent. Charlie and his children are fortunate to have you as an inspiration. ❤
Thank you Sean, beautifully written… Having those that you love dearly believe in you makes a world of difference. Your family is proof of that. To have that belief passed on from generation to generation shows what an amazing family you are. Touches my heart. The bond between Grandaddy, Father and son is precious. The Grandaddy Tree is beautiful!
Goosebumps… thanks for the inspiration
beautiful story.. beautiful memories…
Perfectly beautiful Sean, you made my tear up!
Thank you for teaching us the power of self-belief! You showed us this is not just a word, it really brings you to achieve your goals. Your Grandaddy planted that seed and it grew in your dad and in you! It’s beautiful to see how the next generation is bottling all of your messages! Go Charlie! Thank you for sharing this beautiful picture of Charlie and his Grandaddy. (Btw I really like the look on that woman’s face: what the hell is he giving him? So funny!) I love the image of the Grandaddy plant. Already 2 awesome Grandaddys and I’m so sure you’ll be the best imaginable Grandaddy yourself! Sean, it’s not just a dream: you already turned into your dad, you’re so much like him (most beautiful picture of both of you together!) and I’m sure he’s so proud of you!
Loved your story!! And thanks for the pictures.
That was very well written. You son is very lucky to have a man in his life that isn’t afraid, ashamed or embarrassed of his Daddy. Keep teaching him to look for the teaspoon of honey and “expect” it to be there. I love the sheer determination of both of your hearts. Your daddy taught you well. I am sorry you lost him, but keep him alive in the stories and teaching to your son. You will see you Daddy in him everyday!
My husbands Granddaddy owned Sue Bee honey when he was growing up. We keep bees when we can. Make sure the honey is raw and from locals. There are too many chemicals in the china, mexico and russian honey.
In regards to your writing “Pure honey heals the soul”
Hey Flanery, some warning that tissues are needed next time huh? Thank you for sharing that with us Capt’n! What a beautiful story about a wonderful family tradition that I’m sure little man will continue someday! Last but not least…Congratulations Charlie! Awesome job little dude!
Your storytelling has a way of taking the reader there. Not seeing words on a page but standing there – on the sidelines, cheering you on and applauding your win. Thank you for that peak into your life, into your memories.
Thank you so much Sean, for sharing such a wonderful story. It’s truly uplifting and inspiring. I can’t stop smiling.
A huge congratulations to Charlie in his amazing triumph xxxx
I remember when you were late at WSC Nashville in June because you had to Face Time Charlie’s swim meet first. I wish Charlie could’ve seen your face in that moment telling us! ❤️ #ProudDad
Sean that is pure legacy written there. Just a beautifully told story with family values handed down. A very fitting story to pay tribute to a hero for you and you now have that batton or torch to hand on to your sons. Love the fact that you will honour him by planting something that will blossom once more. That’s what I’ve done for my dad too, my hero.
Hi Sean. Thank you for sharing this beautiful, well-written story. It touched my heart. You are an amazing role model and father. Congratulations to Charlie!
congrats Charlie. it’s touched my heart. I maybe don’t understand deeply because of language. but I love beautiful your written. thank you Sean.
Thank you for writing this…sharing this part of your story – x3. Thank you for reminding this woman, who is very close to your age, to continually remind her 15 yr old son to never doubt his ability, never doubt his grit, never doubt his potential! Thank you!
You always manage to punch me right in the heart. Love you Sean Flanery
SEAN – you seem a bit taller to me — maybe because I see you as tall in the saddle as the protagonist JOHN BRIDGES in my screenplay MORE DEADLY THAN THEY KNOW…a modern Western based in Ft. Collins, CO. A retired Texas Ranger, Bridges’ ranch stands between the Horsetooth Indian Reservation and the Marson property on Black Mountain. When CASSIE MARSON’s fiancée is gunned down in a random act of violence, and rogue land developer FRANK BALLINGER target’s her family’s holdings in Poudre Canyon, John is pulled into a web of deceit and danger that proves each of the players of this weekend is more deadly than they know…. SEAN – shoot me an email is you would like to take a look – its already WGA/s registered. All best, BRIAN SHAW. [email protected]. PS — don’t I remember you riding a horse in THE YOUNG INDIANA JONES ??
That hit me right where I live. Big, happy tears, sugar.
Wow! This is just beautiful. Shows what you can do when you have someone to believe in you, and help you to believe in yourself.
Beautiful…so nice to hear from you!!
Beautiful! Just beautiful!
With tears in my eyes, I thank you for this endearing story…you are sweet as honey!
Some people have not been lucky enough to have such a big reference in their family and pass it on, passing down strength and values.
I want to thank you because I am one of those people who has not had this fortune, only thanks to your words and teachings that I understood and I could improve my life.
I felt so much love and pride in your words, it was beautiful. Your children are really lucky. Love is something great and magical. Always be proud of your family as who were before you (they are certainly proud of you!). A great clan.
Thank you for sharing with us this important part of you. the photos are wonderful … you touched my heart
It’s incredible to read this, it brings on such happy emotion.
The voice I had was the one giving me a quick drink of black cherry concentrate just before my most nerve-wracking swim races for exactly the same result. The secret, the ingredient to make a champion, the edge I needed to compete with the taller, leaner, faster girls.
And I became the one who would swim last, the anchor, when we were yards behind…the last hope to catch up…and the intensity I poured into winning still speeds my heart a little even in the remembrance…all thanks to my dads voice and a sip of black cherry concentrate.
My thanks for writing this, much love to you and yours.
You never cease to move me, Sean, with the power of your stories. You have more than one gift though and I thank you for sharing this one. I’m sorry for your loss but, with that, I’m glad you went home to take advantage of it for your boys while they still had time to know him. And I am so heartened you are keeping up the family tradition. Thanks for posting, Ninja.
I’m curious about only one thing… was it a Magnolia grandiflora? Because that will bloom long after your kids’ kids do not remember your name or height, but like the Magnolia, WILL remember your family’s message….
PS just the nag in me… but please eat more protein and calcium rich foods. Losing height is normal as we age due to soft tissue damage. Too much loss can mean osteoporosis which is under-recognized and under-diagnosed in men. Your death certificate will never say “died of a broken hip.” What it will say is “died of respiratory distress.” Eat your vegetables 🙂
Thank you. PS… I don’t think it’s the protein or the calcium.
You’re one of the strongest people I know…the weight you feel right now, I won’t even begin to say I understand it but I do know with time, you’ll learn how to hold it up better, it’s a hurdle to be leapt over right?…and that 5’ 9” you’re feeling right now…will be a very tall 5’ 11” again, I know it!
Hey big brother, I always knew you were awesome and I have always been proud to call you my big brother, but with Teaspoon of Honey , you shared it with us just at the right time.
You and Shine Until Tomorrow.com and my sisters here is why I proudly have it tattooed on my right arm for all to ask about it and for me to proudly say “IT IS THE BEST, DAMN BLOG SITE N THE INTERNET AND IT BELONGS TO THE MOST AWESOMEST AND COOLEST GUY, WHO IS MY BIG BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER.” I Love ya brother, you keep shining on us!!!
This was great! What a wonderful way to pass on something from generation to generation!
I also gained strength from reading this. I have started a race ( so to speak) and I wonder every day if I’ve given myself an impossible challenge! It’s something I really need to accomplish for my own well being.
I think I’ll just get the honey out and place it in plain sight as reminder of this story and I’m pretty sure I’ll need to take a spoonful every now and then.
Thanks Sean and family
Beautifully put. And I think it’s clear you’re on the right track.. if you’re not already there.. but I have a feeling you might just be.
All the love in the world to you ❤️
Sean,this is so beautifully written.What a wonderful thing to pass down to the next generation I’m so proud for you and your family ❤ x
The love in your words is palpable. Such a beautiful tribute, Sean. I’m so sorry for your loss. Much love to you and your family. I’m praying for you all. God bless.
Thank you for always being and bringing inspiration to others
Thank you for sharing the warm and beautiful story in your life. Love you because you are a great person, and a spiritual mentor to me. I have learnt a lot from you.
Because of RESOLVE ‘the real kind’, I have been in the process of changing my entire life that has just been a decade of blur. Im taking your advice and I want you to know I admire you because “you know shit” but no, really you are so incredibly talented. You truly inspire me.
Way to go, Charlie! A great read as always, Captain Seedlin’. Thanks for your beautifully descriptive, and next-level relatable, stories.
Beautiful story. I love your writing. Congratulations to Charlie! Porter is adorable holding the “Swim Charlie Swim” sign. Magnolia trees are beautiful. My grandfather planted one in the front yard when the house was built in ’59. It grew to about 30 feet tall and lived for about 50 years.
Thank you for sharing the warm and beautiful story in your life. Love you because you are a great person, and a spiritual mentor to me. I have learnt a lot from you.
Thank you, Sean. As usual, you must be reading my mail!
Love, from Nashville. ❤
Funny, isn’t it? The way the universe seems to sense that very moment when your soul starts to feel hungry for more…
I needed this today! As I simply just throw my tiny calloused but ‘grateful’ lil hands into the air and thank God for you and your extraordinary family as well the ones who came before you…that he would bless thou with such ‘Kindred’ words and thoughts and precise expression!!
I have a wonderful life, two perfect lil girls and a husband that would gladly blot out the sun just to give me ‘my’ Moon! But every now and again you crave a specific depth of verse to drown out the anxious time driven world that can leave us barren of our once treasured ‘wonders’ that kept us young and Shiny! * This is where I totally High five you*
I wish for you and yours all the happiness you could possibly stand!
With the utmost sincerity,
Holly from Louisiana
Sean..It’s next great story !!! Love from Poland !!!
As always, beautiful and truly inspiring! Thank you for sharing. The pictures are really adorable. I had to look twice to realize when you switched from you to Charlie – he looks a lot like you.
And regardless of your height: for me and many others you are larger than life!
Wow Sean i had tears in my eyes. I could feel the pride and love yoz have had for what Charlie accomplished. Thank you for sharing this ❤
Hell yeah! Perfect and beautiful, I don’t know what else to say! Your an awesome dad!
This is a very nice story, thanks for sharing it with us…<3
Loved it! I always love your stories!
I was sooo excited to get this story via email!! This is such a beautiful and inspirational story and I’m super proud of Charlie! This story tells you that anything you strive to do can be achieved if you believe in yourself or have that one person who makes you give your all no matter what, thanks Sean for sharing and give Charlie hugs from me and one to you xx can’t wait till the next story ❤️
Speechless Sean…..You can feel every word in your story. The love, the respect, the dedication and also the pain of loss. Thank you for sharing this great story with us.
This was totally worth that long silence ❤️ Truly beautiful
Sean I love hearing your stories I bet your so proud of your son. Reading this is the reminder that I needed. From what my Dad taught me in soccer when I was the only girl on the team.
And to think I thought you were just a cool actor! I’m still reading Jane Too. I’ve been super busy. So I can’t leave you a review yet like you asked me to. But I will when I’m finished. Sure interesting how the granddaddy in the book sounds an awful lot like the way you describe your dad….
My son really enjoyed your words of wisdom. He’s trying hard to make his pictures mean something and be interesting so you will follow him on Instagram! The dreams of a 12 year old lol.
Thank you for spending the time with us and being so awesome. I look forward to seeing you again and reading all your words.
Sean – Just want to say how grateful I am to have met you and be influenced by your teachings and stories. You have captured my heart time and time again. You have created two little minis and I adore them even more. So incredibly proud of Charlie and love his sweet smile. Please tell him that Miss Cupcake said “Excellent work!!!”
Your Grandaddy is eternal. From him and your father to you, and your father and you to your boys…He’s always there.
Thank you Sean for starting the New Year off with such a positive message. Last year really started off completely fucked for me. January of last year I almost got killed by a drunk driver on my way to work. One of my closest friends dies after spending a week in ICU and I lost one of my regular customers. It’s easy to look back negatively, but the positive words you wrote help me remember to focus on the good. So thank you. Looking forward to reading more from you.
Sean, this was once again such a wonderful, sweet and inspirational story! Congratulations to Charlie for achieving his gold medal! And congrats to Porter for doing such a stellar job at cheering Charlie on!
A job well done in passing the Flanery tenacity down to the next generation, Sean! Your sons are lucky to have a father like you teaching them to how to be really good men. You’re teaching them to be tough so they don’t need to try to get an artificial self-esteem booster by acting “tough” (cue Robert de Niro in Taxi Driver as an example of how a man shows by acting “tough” what a truly weak loser he is). When you know you’re tough enough to punch above your weight class in the challenges of life, you can afford to act soft most of the time. A lesson too often not understood in our current society. I’m glad there are still some real men like you around teaching the next generation how to be vulnerable without being a wuss.
I just thought of something. A teaspoon of honey seems to be somewhat of a reference to a spoonful of sugar. I am not disputing the benefits of honey this isn’t a Heath food blog. Honey does have benefits I will not doubt that but it seems to be a metaphor here. If you add something sweet to hard work it won’t seem like work. There is good to be found in working hard, even if those pushing us to do so have to give us a sweet reward to remind us. I could be wrong. I am also tired.
Sean, when I met you at ComicCon Philly 2 years ago I had just finished reading Jane Two. You were amazing and kind and when you asked me what I thought about the book you listened to my answer. I told you then and I will tell you again…I love your voice! I genuinely enjoy the rhythm of your storytelling and how I can FEEL what you are saying. I cried several times reading Jane…and I cried again today reading A Teaspoon of Honey…thank you for touching my heart. Thank you for sharing your gift, please never stop. <3
Thank you for sharing! I adore your stories! They are written in a way that only you can write them! No one else could have shared this story more beautifully than you. So awesome.
Beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing something personal with us. I know when I was young I spent allot time with my one grandparents. We also I had fun together. And they helped me grow, which I’m very thankful for. So you for this.
I love your writing Dear Sir. Its really an inspiration. Never stop.
Nothing like being mentored. and loved hard.
Once again a lovely piece of writing, Mr. Flanery. The moment I finished this, I sent it to my niece. Her daughter’s are starting to play organized basketball, like she did when she small.
Her response was the best, she called and told me before every game she gives them a kiss on the head and tells them what I told her before every game, meet or match she participated in; “You are going to be great. Because you worked for it, prepared for it, and I know you can do anything you put your mind to.”
It may not be a teaspoon of honey, but it’s the same thing my Dad and Grandpa Woody told me before every softball game when I was young.
So thank you for facilitating a wonderful moment for me and my niece.
Beautiful and encouraging ♡♡
Exact piiece of work brother. Plus posted at the right time. Thank you, my big ninja jedi master brother, for you are wise beyond your years. Plus you do know shit.
There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.
1 Corinthians 10:13 KJV
Sean I have already commented on this post, which was great and super positive and motivating. I just watched Trafficked last night. That was such a great movie. All of the actors did such a great job and the story came together so well. You are one of my favorite actors, so I try to watch anything you are in. It is amazing to me that you can play a character like Simon or Finneas James, but also play Jeremy (Powder). I love Ashley Judd too so it was hard watching you both play the characters you did. Great job and anyone who hasn’t seen the movie it’s definitely worth watching.
You’re welcome. Kempler’s Dream is on my list next. I am waiting for my days off. A woman who was pretty much a second mother to me died of cancer, so I sometimes have a hard time watching that on screen. I have only seen the trailer for it, and nobody I know has seen it. Based on what I have seen that is not the main focus so I think I can get through it. I just might have to pause it and come back to it. I just have to say whether it’s your writing or acting you just have a natural way of sucking people in. It’s not forced or fake and that is pretty awesome.
Thank you… and God bless.
Charlie is the second Flanery padawan that is a chip off the old Ninja Jedi Master. But let’s wait and see Porter take his padawan training to surpas the Ninja Jedi Master as Lola and Charlie has.
…until next time:
shine so brightly the men
think you’re guiding them into the
– you are iinvincible.
A teaspoon of honey goes a long way! ♥
I lost my “Daddy” almost 3 years ago…. he was the one man I KNEW always had my back…
Much love to you, your “Daddy” and your boys. God Bless
Thank you… and God bless.
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