I was preparing my morning tea (mate), when I was thinking what I am thankful for. This tea is what I drank a lot when I lived in New York (Luminosa) and Argentina (Andréa). It is normally shared with friends and family. This tea was among myself and friends living and laughing and learning how to love in each present moment.
I am thankful for my family and the Focolare that has shown me how to love (and drink tea).
On December 31, 2010, Patty Tunk closed the doors to her diner after more than 20 years cooking up some of the best food around. The community that ate at 3358 Main Street is an incredible set of people. The first day my wife and I walked in through the doors, Patty’s sister, Bridgette, greeted us by name and remembered to always ask about our son. We felt welcomed by the great food and great sense of community. It was sad to see them go.
Pictured above was the back of their menu.
There is a term in war, “fog of war.” It refers to uncertainty of the enemy’s tactics and strengths. We are surrounded by a fog each day in our lives. We don’t know what the next day will bring. We make decisions on faith that everything will be ok. What becomes dangerous in this “fog of life” is when we believe everything will not be ok. We can’t let the fog scare us even if we end up meeting the unexpected and get hurt. Stay steadfast. Always love.
There isn’t anything in my life that has changed me than the birth of my son, Neo Seraph. There have definitely been close calls but the very day he was born changed everything.
I don’t know how I can explain it. I’m sure other parents out there can relate. The only thing I can say to describe it in the very inadequate language we call English is being a father is so special to me that it only deserves to be lived everyday.
Yes, those special moments in life happen and we remember them. Birthdays, graduations, first steps, first kisses and even moments forever captured on film and the like stick out in our memories and are stored forever in our hearts. In the end they are important stepping stones that bring us to the mundane and normal in the larger journey.
Being father takes everyday to be it. It’s too immense to be contained in the box of one or two moments. But that’s what I will try to do, capture that idea, that life in a photograph. I am on the quest to be a father and capture its moments.
I can say the same for Love (with a capital “L” of course).