Being a dad; a super human with super powers. Power that comes from family, not stars or batteries but, from home. And home, home is on the East with the sea and the mountains. It comes like each brick with each press forward, laying itself down. I can read the countless posts on the interwebs about how to become the ‘Dad of the Year,’ and ‘What a Dad Does for His Family.’ Mom takes on the roll as mother and father at times, there is no doubt about this. I think I do too at times but, her more than I. Little Cervantes is so absolute with her is beautiful. Being a parent is about wanting the best for your children, going to the ends of the cosmos to see their dreams through as support and guiding their steps on the river. I think that can best sum up any parent of the year - being a dad is a super hero thing but, being a parent is home.
6 feet plus 2
It has been a chilled set of months and now we are stretching through the soil, yearning for spring - true spring. The kind of spring that warms your face and smells of rain. Little Louise has grown in ways my mind cannot keep up with. He twists and turns, smiles and cries, reaches and slobs on everything and I can not love it all enough! We also added one more under our roof. My mother-in-law Peggy, who is a superhero all on her own, watches this growing little bean when the wife and I work, work, work for meals that fatten the cats and fill our bones. It is a blessed time. More than blessed.
