Intimations of godlike spirits in the unnerving perfect beauty of morning glory flowers. My friend Tiffany finds proof of her god in the intricacies of a flower whose name I forget, similarly beautiful.
I'll stop short but will always wonder.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Wonder.
Intimations of godlike spirits in the unnerving perfect beauty of morning glory flowers. My friend Tiffany finds proof of her god in the intricacies of a flower whose name I forget, similarly beautiful.
I'll stop short but will always wonder.
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It's not just the intricacies of a flower - it's the dew drops INSIDE the Bleeding Hearts that amaze me me every year - make me shake my head in disbelief, really.
And now I look forward to showing that minute detail to my son someday. I'm sure he won't find it as exceptional as I do - but I probably won't find many things more exceptional than watching him grow.
Love you, Val.
Steve,
How wonderful to see you think ahead at your son growing, already seeing the world through his eyes... Your son is lucky to have you as a Dad; you're the kind of person I dreamed as a father for my own children.
But you're wrong: your son, because he is your son, will find innumerable wonders in the most surprising details of life around him, I can bet you, in part because he will watch you (most of the time without you even being aware of it) seeing them yourself.
And then children, at least mine, find wonders in places you'll never think about, that's the greatest thing about raising them, being able to see the world anew through their eyes.
You are an incredible guy, and I am so grateful to count you and Tif as my friends.
Miss you every day.
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