To bring up a child in the way he should go, travel that way yourself once in a while. ~Josh Billings
Happy Father's Day, Dad.
Thank you for being creative, for being an artist, for being a writer. Thank you for showing me that self-made is something that is possible and worthwhile. Thank you for showing me that creativity in any form is a worthy endeavor.
I saw. I paid attention. They were good lessons.
I love the picture above. My brother looks just like like my fabulous little nephew (his son) Adin, and oh my, something was making me giggle, wasn't it?
I don't know who the littlest boy is, in this picture, but I love that my brother and I have matching windbreakers on. And that my father is quite intent on making that cow be his friend. But what I like the very most about this picture (it makes me cry a little) is that beautiful smile on my mother's face.
My Dad, early 70s, standng next to our prized "Art Car" - a 1957 Chevy station wagon, that my parents collaged top to bottom.
Here I am atop my father's shoulders. We were at some kind of street festival. There are so many things I love about this picture. Where to start? My faux fur jacket? My fathers shirt (!), or the fact that when he put me up on his shoulders, he took off that silly bowler hat, and put it on my head. And I'll just bet I was proud to be wearing it.
Happy Father's Day Day.
I Love You.
xoxo - Chel