Monday, June 22, 2009

The Longest Day

Yesterday was a kind of harmonic convergence of events. Summer solstice, Father's Day and our grandson's first birthday.


Here's Tobiah, with his paternal grandfather, Miguel.

Normally Tobiah is quite a bit more jovial than this, but my step-daughter, Lauren, reported that he'd been cranky that day. Not everyone loves a party.

I got to stop by for a few minutes, on the drive to Santa Fe, to drop off some presents from David and me. I asked Lauren if the year had gone fast for her, too. She said it had flown by. She even looked a little dizzy, thinking about it.

A year ago, David and I were in Victoria, when Lauren's boyfriend, Damion called us in the early morning to say Tobiah had been born. We lay there watching the morning light over the Japanese gardens at Laurel Point Inn and the Inner Harbor beyond. We'd visited acupuncture schools the day before and David had clicked with the one in Victoria. Our world had shifted, in several profound ways. Now David thought about teaching Tobiah to fish in the lovely, gentle seascape of Vancouver Island.

I admire what Lauren has accomplished. She has a challenging career and a new baby. She and Damion are learning to build their lives together. Juggling all the families can't be easy. But Lauren cheerfully makes room for everyone who wants to be part of Tobiah's life. It takes an openness of heart for that, along with a stern resolve.

So Happy Father's Day to the fathers: Damion, Miguel, David. Happy First Day of Summer to us all -- may we have some now, for all of us who've had such a cold and rainy June. Hopefully the light of the longest day shone with radiance for you.

And Happy First Birthday, little Mowgli-baby!

1 comment:

  1. What a cutie! That first year is the hardest in my opinion. Once you get through that, you can take a deep breath and feel a real sense of accomplishment.
    Misty
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