Bittersweet

on Mar 19 in General by

This evening Amy and I were making our way through our family videos on YouTube. She was enjoying seeing herself as a baby and looking at toys that have long since been relegated to the attic. But then I put on the first video I ever made of her, a montage of shots of various members of our immediate family holding her as a newborn set to an Indigo Girls track.

And as soon as it came on Amy burst into tears. She wasn’t able to articulate what was wrong, and she was insistent that I didn’t turn it off. But the tears were rolling down her face as we watched it. Later on she said it was because the song mentions ghosts, and that ghosts were scary. But I don’t buy it.

I don’t suppose either of us will ever really know why she was crying. But I can’t help feeling that it is for the same reason that I get a lump in my throat every time I see that video. And even though I’m 28 years older than her I don’t think I can articulate it either. Words aren’t enough sometimes.

It’s been a while since I’ve done any honest to goodness daddy blogging here. But a Daddy Blogger is still how I define myself. Not because it’s what I write about, but because it is what I am about. My family are my reason for being, nothing else comes close.

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