That’s my oldest and his son. So, this is a father capturing a picture of a father’s joy in his son, taken by the father of that father, while taking joy in his son’s joy of his son… life and love… so grateful…
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father daughter dance
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
wedding 2
Another shot of the “wedding barn.”
wedding 1
The first to two images of the barn where my daughter had her wedding earlier in August. It was a lot of work to decorate this space, but also lots of fun! The bride was beautiful, the father cried, and a good time was had by all.
dustin and andrea
So my oldest daughter got married this past weekend and, as father of the bride (and one of the pastors of the wedding), it would not have been appropriate for me to walk around with my camera taking all kinds of pictures, even though that is exactly what I wanted to do 😉 I did manage to take one picture with my phone. This is an image of the artwork that my colleague (and other pastor in the wedding) created during a song, and while I took the couple through communion and their vows. It was a weekend of love, fun, celebration and, beautiful artistry.
a father and his boys
The summer here has been so kind….cool nights and warm days….usually we are just in sweltering heat in August… took a motorcycle ride and it was too cool an evening to go much further with the light jacket I was wearing, so I stopped at one of my favorite parks and caught this man just spending some time with his boys…
my dad… my son
My dad just turned 74…my son is 26… their lives and experiences are miles apart… on our last full day in NY we took a walk on the boardwalk at Jones Beach and I was so glad to see these two men – who mean the world to me – talk and share moments together. So grateful for family.
jones beach water tower 5
I had the joy of spending some time in New York with my parents this past week. My parents are elderly now and have their share of physical struggles. They still live in the house I grew up in, so it is such a wonderful gift to go “home”…..and just….love them. My oldest son came with me…so my parents were especially happy to see their oldest grandchild. We laughed, enjoyed the sights and sounds of New York City, ate my mom’s AY-MAY-ZING Puerto Rican cooking, and this homesick Mid-westerner enjoyed a walk on the boardwalk with my dad and my son. I will post a couple more shots from that day, but for now a shot of the base of the Jones Beach Water tower, which by now, I think I have officially photographed to death! 🙂
beach stroll
Speaking of the bride to be (see previous post) here is our oldest daughter strolling along the shore of Jones Beach, NY, the summer we picked her up when she returned from The World Race. What is The World Race? Well, it was an opportunity that changed her life. If you like, you can read about it here. That’s all for now…the father of the bride is getting a little teary eyed…
a father’s joy
I can remember saying this to each of my four children, when they were around two or three years old: “Now, you are going to stay this age, right? No more growing up. Just stay right here.” Of course none of them listened, and, even though the experience of watching your children grow is bittersweet, there is also the joy of loving them and relating to them as adults. This is my oldest daughter. One of our favorite things to do is go hiking at Starved Rock State Park. We hike, walk, and even as I enjoy her beauty and conversation, and, what she is doing in life, I still wish, just a little bit, that she (and the other three kids) was 2 or 3 again. I am blessed. Looking forward to more hikes Andrea.
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