On the right is a photo of my dad, Jack when he was around 6, a passport photo from when he immigrated from Sicily to America. When I saw it it looked familiar to me. And looking at the photo on the right you can see why.
I am not at liberty to reveal my dads age, but let's just say you couldn't guess it by looking at him, and that's a tribute in that he looks and acts younger than he is.
Desmond has the Cimo lips and deep, intense eyes, like grandpa and papa. However what's amazing his that all he has to do his smile and he transforms into his mother, Heidi. This ability to physically be both of his parents is something that I love so much. Heidi and I see so much of ourselves in him and yet he is just now - at 18 months - trying to establish his own identity.
I wonder if my parents saw those same similarities in me and then the evolution into my own persona?
At what point do we as children try to distance ourselves from our parents?
And at what point do we come full circle and appreciate and emulate the things about our parents that we may have taken for granted when we were young?
My dad may not be perfect, and I am certainly not perfect, but without my dad, I wouldn't be, and neither would that wonderful little guy Desmond.
So happy birthday dad and grandpa, for all you've given us and all we have yet to receive.
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