Ode To Raymond

Spending the day being the father of a stuffed penguin named Raymond.
He really is my son, though. We've gotten really close.. I'm happy.

So, my father isnt in my life. As many of you know ... so what?
Doesn't mean i can't/won't be in this penguins life.
we BOTH miss his mother ... like always ... we can relate.

I honestly feel as though he speaks to me. When theres no one to listen,
when theres no one to get an opinion from, hes there. Just relaxing. No worries.
Always smiling. Hes fresh too.. From his red shirt to his tan jacket.
I value his presence. Him being here makes me happy.

He has a place in my heart now. He'll live longer than me too, Hopefully he'll pass on my legacy
and my ideals in life. I know he wants to.. We're both unsure if he will though.
Hes sitting by the window, staring out at the sun.. I told him not to tan, but he doesnt listen.
Haha. But its fine.. Hes my little man.. well, my little penguin.. And i love him.

Btw, hes really into Kanye West. I don't think he likes Charles Hamilton though.. Mehh.. Just like his mom. Haha, okay. Done blogging. Gonna spend more time with him. I'm out...?! yeah.

= Graphik

(btw, he chose the color)