There I am, in my father's arms, not long after my birth in 1951. My parents look so happy, so proud. My life a blank slate. It was good time I imagine. Obviously I don't remember much. I do know that when I found this picture the first time...and several times after that, it surprised me that I was being held by my dad. I don't recall a lot of affection from him. Yet I somehow knew he did care. There was never any doubt on my mother's love for me.
Anyway, on this the day after my birthday, I thought about this pic. It was my beginning. My mother smiling. My dad holding me. I do remember the aloha shirt. Wish I still had it. It was a different time to be sure. And sometimes I wonder if I had it to do over, would I? My only regret is that I didn't see this picture every day. It reminds me of what it is to loved and what it was probably like to begin to write on that clean slate.