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Today felt like a chapter I’ll want to reread someday.

I woke up early, made Jenx breakfast, packed his lunch, and we took off on a long quiet drive to the zoo — just me, him, and the morning light rolling over the highway.

The moment we arrived, he did what he always does:
found kids, made friends, and somehow became the one everyone followed.
He has that rare light — the kind other kids notice before adults ever do.

We drifted from animals to water, from splash pad laughter to hippos, tigers, monkeys, giraffes, lions… all while SDVIBEZ streamed the day in real time.
A small window into a big memory.

After the zoo, we found ourselves at Bay Park.
Same story — new friends, new games, the sun sinking behind him like a closing scene.

And now we’re here.
He’s lying next to me, quiet, warm, peaceful.
And I’m just sitting with the kind of love that makes everything else feel small.

Days like this remind me why I push so hard.
Why I keep building.
Why I keep dreaming.

Because this little boy deserves the whole world —
and I’m doing everything I can to build it for him.

Dad

3 weeks ago | [YT] | 2

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Jenx, my son, we stood together at a castle tonight, fireworks exploding like magic above us, and we couldn’t stop smiling. You were excited, eyes wide and full of wonder, and I couldn’t stop looking at you. In that moment, with the world lit up around us, I realized how small words feel compared to what I feel for you. I love you so much it’s hard to even explain—it’s bigger than the sky, bigger than the fireworks, bigger than anything I could ever write down. You are my everything, you are my reason, and I am so proud to be your dad.

4 months ago | [YT] | 3

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The Plushie on the Bed

The door shut softly behind me, the kind of quiet that lands heavy. I had just dropped him off — my boy, my heartbeat in a four-year-old body. The house didn’t greet me. No pitter-patter of feet, no questions mid-sentence, no small hands pulling at my shirt. Just silence.

I kept moving. Oil change. Check. Adult things, necessary things. Keeping busy so the stillness wouldn’t catch up too quickly.

But then I got home. Walked into my room. Sat on the edge of my bed like a man older than I am. And there it was — his plushie. Left behind, either by accident or instinct. Like a breadcrumb, a soft reminder that he was just here.

And something in my chest cracked. That little stuffed animal, just lying there — it hit me harder than anything I could’ve prepared for. A toy, sure. But also: his laughter. His questions. The sound of his feet climbing into bed next to mine. His presence, pressed into fabric.

I laid back, and for a moment, I let the sadness wash over me. That kind of sadness only parents know — where love and longing exist in the same breath.

But I didn’t stay there.

Because I know he’ll be back. I’ll hear those feet again. I’ll answer more of those endless questions. I’ll fold him into my arms and feel his whole world trust mine.

This moment hurts because it matters. And that pain, that ache — it’s proof I’m doing something right.

I’ll carry it with me until he comes home. And when he does, maybe that plushie will still be on the bed… waiting, like I am, with hope stitched into every seam.

5 months ago | [YT] | 2

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👋 this is me when I was young. This is my first post and it’s dedicated to my 4 year old son Jenx Valor Villa. I love you more than I can express. You are my echo. ❤️

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