Fathers Day

When you talk about love stories, of finding "The One" that is our story. We both just knew it was right. Seeing him with our son and my daughter makes it feel more right every day. He is loving and kind, gracious and funny. He respects my daughter's relationship with her own father and gives that the maximum space he can. I know that later in life she will appreciate that. When I started actively trying to wake up in my life I hoped when I was radiating my true self that I would attract my true love. It wasn't the goal, but being a romantic I couldn't help but hope.

I painted this for him on Fathers Day from a photo that came out of a day that we spent together with Addison at Middle Harbor Park in Oakland. We were trying out my Mothers Day present, a Canon Rebel. My first digital SLR. I haven't shot since Mothers Day 2006 I think, so it is taking a lot of getting used to. We both love the industrial scenes at Middle Harbor Park. The cranes are right there and you can see the new bridge going over the bay, hugging the old. I don't paint really. I mean I've done a little of many art forms, but its not a part of my life on a regular basis. I had this canvas from years ago when J. bought it as a birthday gift. It's sat there for years, blank white, waiting for me to do something. The painting nor the photo are perfect, but I didn't let that stop me this time. Sometimes I realize that is the thing that keeps me from creating, the idea that things have to be perfect.

Well here's to imperfect creativity then, and to the perfect man for me. Here's to many more creations together!