Today a year ago, my eyes, for the first time in my life, were opened to the fact, that life is not eternal, and that eventually we all run out of tomorrows.It has become clear that the only thing that really matters in this life is how much love we leave behind – the amount of love we give minus the amount of love we receive.
Rocio and I were sitting watching Grace dance at “Physie (physical culture) this morning when I glanced over and noticed one of other dads working on his notebook..He looked bored and tired, and only very occasionally glanced up to watch his daughter. He was obviously not really concentrating on his work (or whatever he was doing), and his mind was obviously not fully there in the hall.
I was thinking the other day how much I love being a father and how much I love my wife and daughters. I just happened to come across this picture that Grace drew of me a few months back. Everything about it shouts optimism and life – from the orange head and big smile to the flower-like hands and feet. I made a joke to myself that at least in this picture I have hair, but what is most marvellous, is that this is how daughter sees me.
This is probably the best advice I’ve received in past months (John 5:1):
Much to our relief our four-year-old was offered a place at our local Catholic school. To our surprise it’s quite competitive to get in. It’s a systemic school, ie, just a regular school that’s near to our home), so we were surprised when we were told by one of the pastoral team that Grace might not get a place, and to be ready for that possibility.
Today we went to Coogee with the girls for no reason other than it seemed a good idea. The girls had a great time playing in the sand. We had a big breakfast afterwards at the beachside cafes.
Hannah and Grace helping me blow out my candles
My birthday this year was a relatively low key affair – with Rocio, Grace and Hannah celebrating it with me (my mum and sisters popped in to see me through the week). Rocio and I went out to dinner in the evening and then went to a concert at the Opera House (The Whitlams were playing, not that I’m a fan, but it’s what happened to be on December 3, and it was a great concert).
Merry Christmas 2009 from the Pospisils – my, what a year…