Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
This is my father, David. For some reason, I call him Dave. I am not sure when that started, but I know I have called him that for a long time. When I come home for the summer, we always build things together. I like creating things with him and his strength at 70 is amazing to me. He's one strong old man.
The feelings I have for my mother can not be put into words. When I think of the words strength and love, I can only understand them, by translating them into the way I feel about my mother. She's all those stereotypically good things a mother should be, but she's also funny and flawed. She's a real person and she's a good person. She carried us through some rough periods in life. And she had a tough time doing it, but she came out a really solid person. I want all that she is. I want to hug her, be her and honor her.
My big brother Jason holding my sister's baby, Libby. Jason is a master of disguise. He puts on a hard and comedic front, but he is soft and kind. I think he is a lot like my father in this way. I imagine that time will soften him more and more, just as it has my father. I remember him holding my hand when I first held his son, when my mother had bypass surgery and when I got my second tattoo. These moments alone with him are the ones I cherish.
Nikki is my big sister. We were separated for almost 10 years, so every chance I get, I tell her that I love her. She is my best friend and closest confidant. She reminds me how important it is to be close to people that know your history, your past, your strengths and weaknesses and love you for all of the things that are you.
Dave is a totally different man with his grandchildren than he was with us. It is beautiful to see this softer side of my father. He is a good man and he is an excellent grandfather. He really seems to love the camera. He doesn't mind posing for pictures. I'm not sure if he has always been this way. Gaven is, obviously, not so fond of the camera.