I love this picture of my dad at my sister’s quince. His eyes have this light. I can imagine he felt so proud of this party he and my mom threw my sister. My dad left home when he was 12. He grew up in el mercado. A family took him in because he was such a hardworking and honest man. So to then throw a party that was in the local newspaper with doves and hundreds of roses that were brought from out-of-town..... he did that. Look how happy he is. It wasn’t always all roses and cute doves. But this is how I like to remember my dad. Happy. Proud. Filled with awe for the world. It’s been 15 years since he’s been gone and it doesn’t hurt any less. But I try to honor his memory and make him proud. Sigue volando Águila 🦅. Te quiero papi.