I grew up believing my father was the one and only superman.
I believed this all the way to my core.
I would have sworn I saw him leaping over buildings in a single bound, lifting heavy equipment like it was a toy, flying through the air if he wanted to. I remember on more than one occasion he actually ripped a New York City phone book in two – with bare hands. He was the strongest man on the planet. There was no one smarter, no one better, no one more handsome or simply more incredible than my dad. . .
and that was that.
Today, I see this son with strong arms, and working hands – cradling this little daughter. And she looks at me as if to say, “My daddy is Superman.” and I know the visionary, that was my father, proudly passes the Superman torch.
And Life goes on as it should
looks of knowing from & big smiles the youngest
days spent with that little one & her mom
healthy new baby in town
messages from those three all around
beautiful day for lunch in the big city
photos to edit
early morning birds singing
he can fix anything
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” ― Albert Einstein
How do you choose to live yours?
math being done
a baptism on their anniversary
beautiful spring-like days
grandmothers of two generations
all this love
Saint Agustine said, “Love is the beauty of the soul.”
new mom giggles
he looks at her with such ahhhh
watching them with her
home for the Thanksgiving season
roof over our heads
hope in our steps
kisses on toes
her weight in my arms
. . . the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da. . . .
baby Divine was born to the Charmings.
and the Fisherman and I sing. . .
La de da de de, la de da de da
the beat goes on. . .
joy all around
rain pouring and we are home
laughs with friends
being included in new life to come
modern technology & instant videos
I am Lola
Fisherman holds our new life