My Dad! So, let me tell you a little bit about my Dad. My Dad is amazing. He makes works of art and music. He comes from an artistic family! I grew up listening to him sing. I always loved listening and singing along. He and my Mom raised us with lots and lots of music!
When I was a kid my Dad was the fun one. My Mom was mostly seriousness and business, but not Dad. He was always play and music. I remember my Dad and I listening to Hendrix and pretending to play the guitar when I was little. He would take me out to the park to watch my mom play baseball. He’d carry me on his shoulders and the entire world would look so awesomely different. He is so tall. I used to feel like I was sitting on the shoulders of a giant.
Things weren’t always easy. Life happens and I saw him struggle. What I didn’t realize then is that he also taught me how to be strong. My Dad has endured so so much in his life. He doesn’t go around talking about it all the time, if at all, but he’s a survivor. Through everything, he still loves. He still looks for beauty and joy. He still creates beauty and brings joy. He is strong and full of love with a sensitive heart and I love him with all my heart. He’s my Dad and I wouldn’t want it any other way.