Friday, October 23, 2009

If I Only Knew How To Ask

      My wife took this photo of our daughter and her Grandmother a few months ago, and when I saw it, I couldn't help but wonder what could have been going through their minds as they sat there together.

     " I see depths of wisdom in your eyes, a wisdom that can only come from a long life lived.  I see stories both  told and untold, they are written on your face.  I wish that you would tell me those stories, and I wish that you would share your wisdom with me.  I wish that you would tell me what life has in store for me.  If I only knew how to ask."

     "Sweet child, I see a world of opportunity and a world of dreams laid out before you.  I hope that you will chase those dreams and seize every opportunity that comes your way.  I hope that you will share your dreams with me, and I hope that we can share our stories.  I hope  you will know that I am here for you no matter what you may need.  You don't even have to ask."

     We tend to get so wrapped up in the hustle and bustle of every day life and sometimes lose sight of what really matters.  I wrote this post today not only to share this great picture, but to reel myself back in towards what is important, my family.  This is how I keep my job from consuming me.  This is "My Process."











  1. Sounds like you have your priorities straight. I lost my job, but my family and friends are still here.

  2. WOW!
    What an amazing photograph.
    When they say a picture is worth a thousand years, that one is worth three thousand.

    Thanks for sharing it.

  3. Oh my goodness John, what a beautiful "blog", or journal! I've known for a long time you are an incredible young man and now I find your talents are endless!It warms the cockles of my heart to hear you write about your "girls", only a "real" man can express that kind of love!! So honey, you go scratch any of those inappropriate spots when you want - I think you've earned it!
    A Happy Grama & Lenda Friend

  4. Great blog, John...I had no idea you were a writer...and yes, a person who writes IS a writer - no aspiring about it!

  5. Thanks for the kind words. It seems some old friends have found my little blog that wishes it could.