Happy Birthday LFG. It’s hard to believe that mommy and daddy bought you home from the hospital ten years ago today. The enormity of …who you’ve already become...of participating in your journey...of being your father is such that words fail me my love. So I’ve borrowed without permission but with great admiration, the words of poet David Whyte. He wrote this about his little girl—inspired by watching her sleep in his arms.
“Carrying this child…I carry a bundle of sleeping future appearances…
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while making invisible prayers to go on with her where I cannot go ….conversing with so many unknowns that must know her more intimately than I do…
and so to these unspoken shadows I make a quiet request—to the great parental darkness—to hold her when I cannot—to comfort her when I am gone…
to help her learn to love the unknown for itself—to take it gladly like a lantern for the way before her—to help her see where ordinary light will not help her…
and twin her passages of loneliness with friendship…may she find in all this day or night the beautiful centrality of pure opposites…
and a future—uncradled by me—but parented by all high call…”
I love you LFG...
Dad
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