It's a generational thing

I've been horrible about getting on here, mostly because I'm running a sleep deficit and using itme that could be for blogging trying to catch up. Oh well.

This past weekend Zari and I joined my Dad and headed south for cousin Tyrone's wedding and family luau. This was a very enjoyable weekend. I think that this was the first time that my Dad and I talked about some deeply personal stuff. Being cooped up in the car for 5 hours makes it easy to talk -- there is no where for him to escape to. I was grateful for the opportunity to discuss several things about life and perspective, very personal sharing.

Zari loves her Grandpa. It has been such a joy to see her little face light up when he comes over to visit. On this trip down south Grandpa played music for Zari every day and she loved it! She is a fan of the ukulele and the guitar. I think she really enjoys the bluesy stuff, although she's pretty good with anything musical. :)

This got me to thinking about how it truly takes a village to raise a child. I feel so blessed to have my family involved in my daughters life. She will grow up with the love and support of Grandma's, Grandpa's, Aunties, Uncles, cousins and of course or big brothers and parents. What a blessed child.