Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Share this with someone you love...


The randomness of the internet brought me to this song and for that I am grateful.

From the description on the YouTube page...


Filmed in Berlin, at the MichelBerger Mystery Music Festival, August 2011.

"After the concert I finally dared to ask her what I wanted to ask her that morning, to sing us this lullaby that struck me down. It's Sunday morning, a morning of hangovers. The whole hotel seems suspended in the air. We ask her to get to the bar, to make it sing for her, to sing for her son (for whom she had written this song). We erase ourselves. She, she doesn't. After we're done filming, I cry. She cries too."

Friday, November 23, 2012

She's growing up...

November 22nd, 2005.  

It feels like yesterday and ages ago all at once.

It was the day my life had been irrevocably changed forever.  It was the day my daughter, Sophia came into the world.  That day I learned more about myself than I had in the entire 30 years leading up to it.  I held in my arms the most unique little being that had ever graced my life.  I marveled at human biology and stood in awe of the complexity of the universe. I had helped to create a new life and now I would help it grow and flourish.

That was seven years ago.  It sounds cliche to say it, but so much has happened in that short amount of time.  Sophia has grown.  She’s almost too big for me to just casually pick her up any more.  She’s grown intellectually to the point that now she doesn't accept things so easily.  She questions things and wants to understand the how’s and why’s of the world that she inhabits.  As fascinating as it was to see her discover the world around as a baby and a toddler, it is even more so to watch her begin to pull things apart and really start to put the puzzle pieces together.


So much of her world has changed over the last year and yet she has somehow managed to handle it with a surprising measure of strength.

She amazes me everyday.

There a no four sweeter words in the English language than, "I love you daddy..."