I wonder why I think this attempt at blogging will be any different from the last 600.
I wonder why I have such a hard time following through on things sometimes.
I wonder why my children think I'm such a great dad sometimes.
I wonder if my grandpa was in pain when he died.
I wonder why ADD happens.
I wonder if I can get Christian to read something he'll like.
I wonder what my dad did today.
I wonder if any of this matters. I wonder if life matters. I wonder why.
I wonder what happened to my wonder. When I was younger, I was curious about the world and how it worked and all the whys and wherefores. I don't always wonder anymore. Sometimes, I just wonder what it will take to get through to the next day. I wonder why it stopped being important to wonder. I wonder if it's just a phase, or the medicine, or the stress, or the hundreds of questions asked every day. I wonder if helping to alleviate the wonder of others has somehow sapped my own wonder meter to minimum state.
I wonder if I could manage without the medication. I wonder if I'd still feel this way. I wonder if life would come crashing down around me. I wonder if I would notice. Oh I wonder, wonder...ah-ooh-ah-ooo..who wrote the book of love.
I wonder what I can to to be a better teacher. A better father. A better husband. A better person.
I wonder if I'm up for the challenge of coaching my son's football team.
I wonder if next year will be different.
I wonder if my knee will get better.
I wonder why some parents and families don't think school is important.
I wonder if Alex and Tessa are okay.
I wonder if my nephew will stop cutting.
I wonder if I can find my wonder again. I miss it.