My friends Bud and Lex
Candy apple red
Brown Eyed Girl
Happy Independence Day!
(I’m going to guess that there’s one person out there who can follow my random thoughts, and he’s the love of my life) ;)
It’s midnight, so technically it’s not Father’s Day anymore. But I’m still thinking of my dad, and his smile, and how he magically knows how to do everything, from baiting a hook to building a miniature dollhouse, from frying Oreos to rebuilding a 1955 Cameo, and how he worries about me, in his quiet way, and how he beams when all his babies are nearby, and how he’s changed, for the better, and how he’s become stronger and younger somehow, and how much I love him. That’s all.
Sometimes, when the world feels a little crazy, I look for this video. It’s the rooftop, and the wind, and the fur coats and the Bobby hats, and George laughing, and the cameraman in the shot, and the way the song just feels like a bit of fear and a bit of hope, and the pure trust of putting your heart in someone else’s hands.
If you only wished to be happy, this could be easily accomplished; but we wish to be happier than other people, and this is always difficult, for we believe others to be happier than they are.