My daughter, sang Happy Birthday to my Father.
I just got to sit there, and listen.
My eyes just started leaking passion.
To experience the two generations appreciating each other.
it was a pride I had never felt.
it was just so simple.
just my daughter singing to my father.
It was just the personification of who we are as a family.
It made every thing in my life completely worth it.
All at once.
That old vine has produced some amazing young fruit.
Honor + Prepare
Today is my fathers birthday. He turns 61.
son, father, visionary, farmer, the bull.