family portraits

The good ol' days...

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 :)