Here we are. I ended up taking one of my favorite pictures in recent memory. Simple photo: just a dad, holding his son. When I got home and started going through the images, this one instantly resonated with me and I knew why. I have a son as well. He’s older now, high schooling and driving and girlfriending and in and out of the house like the wind. A busy dude. I feel like I don’t get to see him that much at all these days. I was so young when he was little, I feel like I don’t remember much of it. But the truth is I do. I guess things just get kind of hazy over time. I know this of myself; I think I spend so much time thinking about what’s coming and worrying about the future that I often times miss what’s going on right in front of my face right now. It’s so cliche. But the older I get and the more I realize I missed, the more I see that it’s the truth. Sometimes I will even catch myself- things will slow down for a second and I will think, “this is it, one of those moments you need to hold onto”, and I will try and record every detail of what’s going on in that moment. My daughter’s face, her hair, her clothes; or something my son did or said.. I’m thankful that at least I’ve sometimes learned to do that. A guy on TV once said, “I wish there was a way to tell you were in the good old days before you actually left them”. Well here we are. I wish I had a picture of my son and I like this one. So here you go Joe, here’s to your good old days :)
