Friday, April 24, 2009

What really matters

I realize that these daily blogs and posts are at best "all over the map." Well, as a personal blog and account of my life over the past year, I guess thats what it should be. With several great images finished and ready to post as well as several raw images just waiting to be processed someday, I decided to capture what had caught my attention as I sat down to blog this evening. It truly is amazing how these simple words, written candidly at some point today onto a note pad just inches from where I type this, from the petite hands of my 8 year old, can toss a million emotions at yours truly. This "tossing back and forth" of her for the last 2 and a half years between her mother and I continues to be the strangest emotional challenge for me......especially when I catch a little note like this. A million of the most colorful HDR images mean nothing tonight to me...this however, well, I think you get it............

Check back tomorrow and, well, I should be back on track.....


Steve LaRose said...

I would offer that you are amazingly "On Track" with this post my friend!

Beatriz Kim said...

I agree with Mr. LaRose! Your most heartwarming post that I have seen so far. Who can be more beautiful than your own daughter?

I've worked with many kids in my line of work...I can say without any love their parents unconditionally! Even when their parents are imperfect...and who isn't?

Perhaps you can return the favor? Write her an old fashioned letter! Remember you're not a man when you speak to your daughter...let your gushing emotions show. She's at the age when this will affect her for the rest of her life. She will never forget it. I guarantee it!

If you wait...just 2-3 years...she'll be embarrassed and she won't react in the same way. The awful teenager thing.

I don't have my own children, but I have sort of adopted a little girl when she was eight. She was crazy with energy and didn't have the social skills to make friends.

Over the next 5 years, I spent time with her and really focused on letting her blossom as a confident and wonderful person.

She moved away with her mom and grandma, but we have stayed in touch. Now she's eighteen and I couldn't be more proud of her! She's a wonderful person and a lovely young woman.

I don't think I could love her more, if she were my own child. I always felt that the raising of a child should be a village thing. Then children grow up healthy and strong: in mind, body, and heart.

Okay. Way too much babbling!

I guess I was inspired! Plus she's coming to visit me in June. lovely it will be!

Rick L said...


The title of your post says it all. Life gets so simple when we focus on the "simple" things!