Chris Ozorio's blog

Sacred Diaper Changes

Being a new father brings countless opportunities for growth and discovery.  I knew that going into this. What I didn't know was that diaper changes would change me.

I know Al Short

On August 26, 2010 Al Short passed away.  Al was the father of Fred Short, one of our student leaders. 

I know Al Short.  ...not because I hung out with him much, went camping or fishing with him, or worked with him in the auto business, but because I know Fred Short. 

Puppies, Poopies, & Patience

Kelsi and I just got a new puppy.  He's an adorable little Italian Greyhound named Oreo. ...go ahead laugh it up. yes, his name is Oreo Ozorio. 

Having a new puppy in the house comes the new found bain of my existence, house breaking.  I don't think I've ever rounded up as much dog mess in my life!  As cute as he is, sometimes i feel like the sneaky little guy loves leaving me little presents when i'm not looking.

Homecoming

Kelsi got home last night from her trip to Mozambique.  For two and a half weeks I had looked forward to her return (an eternity, it seemed.) From the moment I got home I was hard at work, cleaning, tidying... preparing the place for her.  I knew she'd be tired.  I wanted her to be as relaxed and comfortable as possible when she got in. running around the house with windex and lysol in hand, I broke a little bit of a sweat. As I finished up straightning the last pillowcase and ironing out the bed with my hands, I heard a car pull up in the front of the house...

Gotta Love Birthdays

I just celebrated my 31st birthday.  A year ago, when 30 came around, I was a bit traumatized.  I mean, really, I haven't felt much different since 22,  and then to wake up one day and... BAM! you're thirty! It was a bit surreal.  This year it was different. 

Letters Left Home

... So Kelsi is finally off to Mozambique tomorrow after a few days delay in SoCal.  I miss her like crazy.  This morning I opened the second of a series of cards that she left on my nightstand, tied with a pink bow, one for each day that she will be gone.  I found the bundle of letters after getting home Saturday morning from dropping her off at the bus stop for the first leg of her incredible trip. i saw it there and was SO excited, but not suprised by her super-human thoughtfulness.  When I woke up this morning the first thing I reached for was the card dated: Tuesday, April 20. I read it. And read it again. and as I put it down I was overwhelmed.  

Weeds

  I woke up yesterday on my day off and thought I'd tackle some much needed weeding in the front yard.  I emerged from the garage with sombrero, flip-flops, bucket, and gardening gloves donned, ready to yank the little nasties and liberate the beautiful landscaping beneath.  My anticipated twenty minute job quickly turned into one, then two, then two and a half hours.    Somewhere along the way i made a realization.