the three large shallow scrap baskets….emptied into one of the deep baskets. To see them, naked, scrapless…to see their beauty.
in my next life…a basket maker.
and guess who this is????
FATE!
who loves Hats. Fate. How can it be? but it IS. Emrie's cousin. His Father, my grandson Jeff, who was a late bloomer , and almost didn't, is BLOOMING!. He is an Excellent and LOVING father and so Happy to be that. He graduates from electrician's school next month. Has his Journeyman's card. A job lined up, This son we see here. It could not be more for them. I am so proud of my daughter, his mother, for refusing to give up. He blooms. Happy Father's Day, Jeff.
And my own son, who father's his daughter Giana with total and complete joy. Like, Joy. He feels
Joy.
so…father's in my own experience, not so much. But fathers in this and this third generation, WAY MORE than anything that could have been hoped, or even imagined.
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