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I met a couple of friends for coffee and found this young lady, Valentina, happily painting her face and hair with the cream cheese from her bagel. She was quite willing to let me take a photo of her and even hammed it up a bit. Later on I was able to get the image below of her with her father and brother, Florian, as the three of them read a book together.
Today is my parents 61st Wedding Anniversary. I feel I’ve been blessed with loving parents, but struggled with that idea in my early years. And at this time in life they are healthy and enjoying their retirement years. Happy Anniversary, mom and dad!
This is a family photo that I’m guessing was taken in the mid-70’s. From left to right: Sheree, Dad, Mom, Me, Marcee. My sister Marcee scanned this photo so we now have more than one archive of it. My parents are presently visiting Sheree in Colorado, catching up with some old friends and, last I heard, eating some homemade ice cream. I’ve included a couple more images if you’re interested in seeing them.
I remember the first time I really noticed my dad’s hands. I’m not sure if he was holding me or if I was just sitting beside him. Their size was impressive as I was young at the time. I remember touching them and noticed how the wrinkles of age had begun to appear. They had worked hard for many years and they still do. My father learned from experience how to use his hands. He used them to work for a paycheck that provided shelter and food for his family. He used them to repair cars, repair and also build a house, make a toy gun from a piece of wood, plant and harvest a garden. He also used them to discipline his children. I remember the last time I felt the well deserved impact of his hands on my posterior. Later in life he would surprise me by using them to create wood carvings like the one you see above.
A few years back I looked down and realized my hands were starting to look like his. I’m proud of that. My hands are not identical to his nor do they not have the same strength, talents or gifts as his but they have his imprint on them. Today is my dad’s 80th birthday. He still walks everyday and stays in very good physical condition. He’s also pretty sharp between the ears, too! I love you, dad, because of your strengths and your weaknesses and because you have shared your hands with me.
Happy Birthday Dad!