Sometimes
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
the most important thing is stop your work, get in your car, and drive to your father's house, when he's not expecting you. To find him out back, watching the birds in the trees and at their well-stocked feeder. To sit with him through mourning doves and orioles, woodpeckers and finches. To leave a book, a new one, behind.
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And how lovely that must have been.
a special time with a very special man you are blessed to call father, dad...special moments that time embraces....unexpected moments of joy
Oh my. I've been reading your blog and not commenting but this one stopped me in my tracks. What a perfectly precious memory.
Jump for those moments of connection. I love the spirit of these words. I miss spending time and having conversations with my Dad. It's a loss in my life that is nearly impossible to recover from. I do look for opportunities to "be" with those I love as often as I can.
I love this post, and the photo, too. Like a mini-poem.
I couldn't agree more! What a lovely time to spend with your dad.<3
If only.
I've a step father but somehow doing this for my father would be so different.
Bet he's so proud.
I love this.
This is my favorite horsey picture. Look at those delicate legs...those saucy hooves.
Someone's ready to tango.
;^) A.
I love this photo, too.
And the post...takes me back to our family visits to my great grandparents' home on Sunday afternoons.
Have I thanked you lately, for your extraordinary blogging? Well, thanks so, so much.
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