Monkey C Blog is not about a monkey. In a nutshell, it’s about two things I love the most – my family and my hometown. You see, a long time ago – I’m talking roughly 10 years – I saw a little girl shaking her ass on the dance floor at our company Christmas party. “How could a girl no bigger than a toddler dance so well?” I thought to myself. “I hope I can have a cute little girl one day.”
As luck would have it, I ended up falling in love with this same little girl’s mother.
Since then we’ve raised Cameron, Ivan, Ava and are expecting another little girl this fall. But if you’re thinking that Monkey C Blog is a lesson in parenting, you’re sorely mistaken. More than anything, it’s a lesson on humility, about how I have morphed from carefree bachelor (careless bachelor, really) who got his kicks on Internet porn and loose women to the guy surfing the Net for vehicles with third row seats. It’s about getting made fun of, getting scrutinized from ear lobe hair to curly toes. It’s about always being outvoted, surrounded by women in a much different way that I had ever imagined.
Monkey C Blog is about salvation, about how I would never in a million years trade this life in.
And it all started with a dancing little girl. My dancing little girl.