My Dad is the nicest man I know (I say that being married to another man who is pretty nice). He’s easy-going, non-judgemental for the most part (although a little opinionated when it comes to politics). I grew up with his protection, warm love and unconditional acceptance, his time, attention and faith in me.
But I blame my Dad.
Ok – this might be one of those Mamamia bait-and-click headlines.
You see right now I just don’t have a blog post in me, even though I seem to be eeking out this one.
I’m in the throes of doing up Dad’s 70th birthday video, which needs to be ready by Friday, which happens also to be Prince Charles birthday.
I only started compiling the video on Sunday after 14 hours of dance on Saturday (that would be backstage for an all-day rehearsal followed by the big concert night).
The weekend before was my yoga graduation and an earlier dance rehearsal and Little Yang was sick and missed his kindy concert, and in between has been work, and teaching another yoga class, and Melbourne Cup, and Little Yang’s prep orientation, and blogging including guest posting, and our less-than-one-year-old fridge has shut down for a 4th time and is finally being replaced, and work and….
I’m exhausted, back to that video.
In putting it together I’ve gone back to what I did for my Mum’s 60th video, the first real proper video I made back in 2006. I can’t believe how much effort I put into it, how much time I put into it (mucking around in photo-shop, learning the video editing program). I can remember how much satisfaction I got out of making it and how much Mum and everyone enjoyed it.
I want to be able to recapture that creativity, I want to be able to find the delicious time to just create with love. Because I love my Dad, even if I blame him right now because I have a video to make, and no time to blog, and no time!
As when I made my Mum’s video, there is a shortage of images to depict Dad’s childhood.
There’s this image with his sister when he was a toddler.
And by the next image, he’s all grown up.
He was a handsome guy, when he met my gorgeous Mum (note photo-shopping of photos taken from Mum’s video project).
He was a handsome life-saver.
And he was a star footballer.
Then he and Mum got married.
And nine months later I came along.
That’s the short (and sweet) story, and of course there’s a lot more to tell of a life well-lived in his 70 years. And of course there’s lots more photos to draw upon to tell the story, particularly with cute grandkids (and there’s even a few photos of the (few) fish he’s caught!) Sorry Dad.
How many photos did you take just in the last week?
Life is so rushed now (thanks to Renee from Mummy Wife Me for these tips on how to stay sane heading into Christmas, which I managed to read even as I’m still writing this post)!
But I’m going to take as much time as I can to create a video with all the love I feel for my Dad. To celebrate a life well-lived in 70 years (and many more to come hopefully).
We don’t really remember blog posts, or Instagram happy snaps, but we do remember lives well lived.