Fathers and Sons Day

What a lucky man I am.

Yesterday I saw so clearly how truly blessed I am to have two sons. One of them is Nicholas Kai. Nick is 17 years old and a fine young man. He has experienced more in his 17 years than many people do in a lifetime. He is beautiful, kind, helpful, compassionate, smart, a great athlete and a Dreamer. He has seen that this life is his canvas and the choices he makes affects the quality of that art. People are constantly remarking on his maturity and wisdom. I love Nick so much and am incredibly proud of who he is and excited to see who he will become as a man.

My other son is 13 months old. His name is Bodhi Quinn. He just mastered walking. He is an amazing little light. Last night he woke up around 3am crying and hoping to nurse. Meg has been trying to wean him from the “midnight snacks” as we call them and Bodhi has not been too cooperative. So last night I went to his room and picked him up out of his crib and sat down in the rocker and started to sing him a Hopi song I learned long ago. He’s been hearing it since he was first born and gradually his crying slowed and finally stopped. He wasn’t asleep but he wasn’t in distress either. It felt so good to hold him and have him be still and not wobbling off somewhere. His little head on my shoulder. His heart next to mine.

I love the connectedness I feel with these two sons of mine.

On Sunday Nick called from Sedona to wish me a happy fathers day. Last night at 3am Bodhi lifted his little blond head off of my shoulder for a second and said “daaa da” in the softest sweetest little voice. Maybe like he was acknowledging the day too. A few minutes later he was softly snoring.

Fathers and sons day.

I saw a short segment this morning I had taped from half time of the NBA finals where Bill Walton was talking about his son Luke who plays for the Lakers. The joy in Bill was palpable as he reminisced about Luke as a boy. He final words were about his unconditional love for his four sons. That’s it isn’t it? Unconditional love.

Feel it. Spread it.

Be it.

Happy being alive day. Every day.

And to Nickle & Bo Man - be true to yourselves and let your love shine without a doubt.
Love,
Dad

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