Here I am celebrating my high school graduation. I know that I have already posted a photo from this backyard event, posing with my Aunt and Uncle. Nevertheless, please indulge me. I don't know of any pictures of only my Dad and me before I turned thirty-five. So I am viewing this as the photo of me and my Dad because the action between us is what I want to consider.
It is almost as if Daddy is presenting me, or has something to say about me, which is actually appropriate. I am his fourth child, he loves me, and at the time, we were residing together in a busy household. But on this day, I can imagine that he is saying, "Look. Here we are, father and daughter, alive and well in a dangerous world. We have made it this far. Pray for her. Treat her well. I love her." In his gesture, he honors both me and himself.
I wonder what treasures lie in your photo archives? Are there images symbolizing more than you could have imagined at the time? Maybe you have boxes of slides to yet uncover in the bottom of a closet. My sister took my father's entire collection of slides and had them digitized, making copies for each sibling. What a wonderful gift that is to us all.
It is almost as if Daddy is presenting me, or has something to say about me, which is actually appropriate. I am his fourth child, he loves me, and at the time, we were residing together in a busy household. But on this day, I can imagine that he is saying, "Look. Here we are, father and daughter, alive and well in a dangerous world. We have made it this far. Pray for her. Treat her well. I love her." In his gesture, he honors both me and himself.
I wonder what treasures lie in your photo archives? Are there images symbolizing more than you could have imagined at the time? Maybe you have boxes of slides to yet uncover in the bottom of a closet. My sister took my father's entire collection of slides and had them digitized, making copies for each sibling. What a wonderful gift that is to us all.
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