What can I say? I love being a grandpa!
My last image (for now) from a trip to Puerto Rico with my folks back in 2013. This is to honor mom and dad…. side by side for over 50 years. Their love strong…their union impenetrable… their commitment exemplary… I am so grateful to call them mom and dad and for the legacy of love and companionship they have given me.
It was a beautiful, warm day… one of those days when Winter and Spring have a tug of war… in the brief moments between parking the car and taking this picture, winter gathered all the wind she could from above the cold lake, and with all her might, threw it on to the shore. Poor Spring just didn’t see it coming. In other news, all of our kids will be home today to celebrate Mother’s Day. Have a great week everyone!
It’s that time of year again… you know… where I go through the images from this past year… delete lots that I will never look at again (or don’t want to look at again) and find a few that ask me to take a second look. This is one of them. Taken earlier this year when I was in New York with my oldest son, visiting my elderly parents. It was a cold, cloudy, damp and dark day… but it didn’t matter. I was sharing time with my son and my dear parents…
This is not my image. It was taken this summer by Keegan Adriance, the AY-MAY-ZING photographer for my oldest daughter’s wedding (http://gentandalady.com). I shared this on my personal Facebook page, but wanted to share it with my WordPress family as well. When the pictures were sent to us this one grabbed my attention and the words below are my reflections.
we danced under the stars that night
just like my heart danced
when i first held you
and the stars were singing then
as i sang my first lullaby for you
a father, daughter dance
we have been dancing
together
ever since i held
your tiny finger in my hand
i’d rather not let you go
but it’s alright
it’s okay
it seems the time has come
time to see you dance
and shine
oneness is your song
i’ll never forget
this father daughter dance
i’ll hum with the stars
as i watch you grow
dancing with your lover
Andrea
always remember
the stars are still singing
step into the story
of the dance
He is weaving
i am still holding you
i suppose in a way
in my heart
i’ll never stop dancing
the father, daughter
dance
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