Today Bianca turns 22 years old. She was born in Oxnard/Ventura CA at 3:33 am - to the best of my knowledge. I helped deliver and cut the cord. I was so "in tune" i could feel the grit of the umbilical cord as the scissors separated mother form baby.
My closest friends have complimented me as my father duties continue. Bianca chose to live with me upon separating and divorcing her mother. Yet only today do I feel qualified to play the role. I feel I have devoted my life to her well being and know that task has just started.
Two things no one can take away from her what I gave her. Gene's and Time. I think if she had to set a table for a formal meal she could. or at least google it as i do all the time.
Where Bianca is amazing is how she helped me take care of my mom her last years. Reflecting on that time there is not a reality show you could watch, even Jersey shore is pale in comparison. I told her that this was my deal and any time she did not feel comfortable with a task mom would demand to call me. "champagne" was a common word. Mom would shoot that at all hours. My mom like the theory of drinking more than getting drunk. We all laughed that I was the best child to care for her...personal bartender and drinking buddy.
Bianca is a champion swimmer and a eagle eye photographer. Her place is in-front of the lens for her beauty is radiant. She is wise and an old soul. We she hits stride and confidence overtakes the fear of being a "knowing one" she will blossom.
When we are not on the same page a funk spawns and the engine stalls. Dealing with each other is a challenge due to two strong wills who do not need words to communicate.
22 years brings us to a crossroads as a parent. I've live my live out loud and my videos are my therapy. Owning your past seems to be liberating and will set you free. 2 years 2 months 16 days my life took a change that has to be classified as a miracle. Just ask Bianca about the phenomenal change in my lifestyle. I close my eyes and I'm in that delivery room and nothing in the universe is more purposeful than that moment. I knew for eternity I had a responsibility to Bianca.
Making her was so much fun I thought have 10 kids would be great. She was swimming around three months and it seems around 8 or 9 months she stood-up and leaned forward and has never stopped.
The only mistake I will apologize for is 2900. My apartment did not have a bedroom for her. That look still hurts. The renovation at Switzerland on the Shunga move slow and her room is ready for floor covering.
This morning I delivered her birthday present. She still is my little girl and her tinder heart still protected. As far as time goes I'm still "all in" and will always. Genes - well every 7 years we completely change out or cells so she in on another growth spurt.
Today I'm Thankful for Dana K Anderson for the hire to MaceRich. My move to CA was awesome and for that Bianca is here. Also for giving her rides in your Jet so she has tasted what the payoff of hard work. Your words still haunt me "Henry now you have a daughter; live you life such you are proud to tell about your actions" Shit. I still told her everything.
Mr C - Thanks for all you due for my family - we are cut from the same cloth. We invented the "morning call" just to check in. You are a great Uncle to my daughter.
Thanks to the Polish Mafia for giving Bianca a car!
Happy Birthday Bianca McClure "Bantleon"
