Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
cry, baby.
have you ever seen your dad cry? for many folks this is an impossible scenario. I have a lot of friends who say that they wouldn't know what to do if they saw their fathers cry. they can't remember seeing them cry, ever, no matter the circumstance.
well, my dad cries almost once a week, if not once every few days. i chuckle as i think about all the times: after the end of moulin rouge, during a scene in harry potter 1, while talking about god at the dinner table, in the middle of preaching in front of his entire congregation. some of his tears are easy to make fun of -- and mostly, my mom is first in line to shake her head while making fun of my dad as he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.
but other times, I watch him cry and am moved, not necessarily by the same thing he's crying at, but by the largeness of his heart. my dad loves god so much -- it's weird to even write that sentence, but it's true. and his understanding of the redemption story -- of god pro nobis, ever the pursuer, ever the seeker of hearts that seek God -- is so intense that he is often startled to tears at the slightest thought or whiff of any narrative that resembles the "greatest story ever told."
as an adult christian who was raised in the church, I admit that cynicism and jadedness have taken a toll on my once-open heart. my dad's child-like faith is a constant inspiration.
in a somewhat related story, I have to share with you about the most recent time when dad cried in front of me.
my sister had just gotten the new iphone so we decided to facetime. once our phones made the connection we excitedly showed off various things in our respective environments: she showed me her new puppy, and i probably showed her something less exciting, like my new nailpolish color or my hair style that day.
suddenly my mom opened the door to tell uno dinner was ready -- uno pointed her phone to my mom's face as i awkwardly said hello. my mom, unphased, was just like, oh hey jeannie ... uno, come eat! hahaha
so uno brought "me" to the living room and showed "me" to my dad. my dad was a little more surprised. wow, this is so amazing! he said, his eyes widening. he continued to marvel at the iphone while my mom impatiently ordered everyone to the dinner table. with a shrug, my sister brought me along too.
So basically, you guys, I was "sitting" at the dinner table with my whole family, but really, "I" was my sister's iPhone, propped up against something. I could see them, they could see me, but obviously, it wasn't really me! disturbing, indeed.
my family gathered hands to pray, as is our custom, and I also sort of closed my eyes, but felt really weird the entire time. my dad started out with his prayer -- "dear god, thank you for this wonderful food, thank you for mommy, for uno, for jeannie ...".
and true to form, he gasped a little, choked up, and cried.
i think for all of us, facetime didn't make us feel closer. it made us feel more aware of our distance. I was there, but my body wasn't. i couldn't hug them and they couldn't hug me. i couldn't eat dinner with them or hold hands with them. in this instance, "reality" was so much worse than "virtual reality."
after my dad cried his way through the end of his prayer, my mom, of course, made fun of him a little. I laughed and said don't cry, and then got off the phone as quickly as a could. as soon as i hung up, i crumpled onto my desk and sobbed for a good 5 minutes. uno says dad did the same.
glad to know that despite the distance, i'm still my father's daughter
well, my dad cries almost once a week, if not once every few days. i chuckle as i think about all the times: after the end of moulin rouge, during a scene in harry potter 1, while talking about god at the dinner table, in the middle of preaching in front of his entire congregation. some of his tears are easy to make fun of -- and mostly, my mom is first in line to shake her head while making fun of my dad as he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.
but other times, I watch him cry and am moved, not necessarily by the same thing he's crying at, but by the largeness of his heart. my dad loves god so much -- it's weird to even write that sentence, but it's true. and his understanding of the redemption story -- of god pro nobis, ever the pursuer, ever the seeker of hearts that seek God -- is so intense that he is often startled to tears at the slightest thought or whiff of any narrative that resembles the "greatest story ever told."
as an adult christian who was raised in the church, I admit that cynicism and jadedness have taken a toll on my once-open heart. my dad's child-like faith is a constant inspiration.
in a somewhat related story, I have to share with you about the most recent time when dad cried in front of me.
my sister had just gotten the new iphone so we decided to facetime. once our phones made the connection we excitedly showed off various things in our respective environments: she showed me her new puppy, and i probably showed her something less exciting, like my new nailpolish color or my hair style that day.
suddenly my mom opened the door to tell uno dinner was ready -- uno pointed her phone to my mom's face as i awkwardly said hello. my mom, unphased, was just like, oh hey jeannie ... uno, come eat! hahaha
so uno brought "me" to the living room and showed "me" to my dad. my dad was a little more surprised. wow, this is so amazing! he said, his eyes widening. he continued to marvel at the iphone while my mom impatiently ordered everyone to the dinner table. with a shrug, my sister brought me along too.
So basically, you guys, I was "sitting" at the dinner table with my whole family, but really, "I" was my sister's iPhone, propped up against something. I could see them, they could see me, but obviously, it wasn't really me! disturbing, indeed.
my family gathered hands to pray, as is our custom, and I also sort of closed my eyes, but felt really weird the entire time. my dad started out with his prayer -- "dear god, thank you for this wonderful food, thank you for mommy, for uno, for jeannie ...".
and true to form, he gasped a little, choked up, and cried.
i think for all of us, facetime didn't make us feel closer. it made us feel more aware of our distance. I was there, but my body wasn't. i couldn't hug them and they couldn't hug me. i couldn't eat dinner with them or hold hands with them. in this instance, "reality" was so much worse than "virtual reality."
after my dad cried his way through the end of his prayer, my mom, of course, made fun of him a little. I laughed and said don't cry, and then got off the phone as quickly as a could. as soon as i hung up, i crumpled onto my desk and sobbed for a good 5 minutes. uno says dad did the same.
glad to know that despite the distance, i'm still my father's daughter
Thursday, May 3, 2012
life is but a dream
If I could backtrack a little and share some more New York photos with you, that would be great. I put together an album on Facebook so that my family members could share my photos with their friends, but here are some unpublished ones that I saved just for my blog :)
Weeks later, I continue to scroll through these photos and wonder, did that really happen? was it all a dream? sometimes life throws you an experience so rich and delicious, you can't believe your luck. I love my family so much.
baby g, helen, chris in the back, and jen eemo |
this photo cracks me up. my cousin paul looks so crazy awkward holding baby g, and baby g looks so awkward being held by paul. hahahaha! love it. |
baby G flanked by me and Helen. he was basically the center of attention during the whole trip |
Uno and I leap with joy on the great lawn! |
words cannot express how much i love my cousin helen this is us at Joe's Shanghai eating soup dumplings |
i love my sister Uno. this is her on the windy rooftop of 30 rock! I love her goofy smile in this photo. miss you so much! |
we spent saturday night at Spin, a pingpong/club/bar in the Flatiron. it was awesome watching my sister and her friend Hannah dominated the pingpong table. nobody could take them down! |
bad photos of an otherwise lovely event
so i've been getting some flack for not updating this blog enough and it's true. I've been somewhat delinquent in my posting, primarily because of the whole lot of EVERYTHING happening in my life. but here's a nice little update for you.
last weekend, chris and I went to my friend eddie's wedding reception. it was a really lovely affair and it was super fun seeing my friend eddie so happy with his new wife, Joo, especially to see him all dressed up in his tux and richie rich hair because .... well, I knew eddie in college when he wore sean john velour sweatsuits and ate chinese take out in his dormroom every night :)
i have some pretty hilarious stories of times with eddie from college. hey eddie, remember: telling people we were cousins; eating out at max and erma's way too often; eating breakfast at schatz diner way too often; going to the erykah badu concert, waiting effing 2 hours for her to come out, enjoying the show anyways, and then almost crashing your car on the way home because it had snowed; slacking off in statistics class; trying to write a song in the mudge house library and failing completely; eating; eating; eating? damn, we ate so much in college ... kind of gross looking back.
those days are long gone ... let's hope we never regress to our college diets again. and i dare say, the dude got crazy lucky cause his wife is nice, pretty, smart, and a health nut! good job cuz.
it was tough to get good photos because the lighting was a little tricky -- so here are some bad photos for you. haha. enjoy!
last weekend, chris and I went to my friend eddie's wedding reception. it was a really lovely affair and it was super fun seeing my friend eddie so happy with his new wife, Joo, especially to see him all dressed up in his tux and richie rich hair because .... well, I knew eddie in college when he wore sean john velour sweatsuits and ate chinese take out in his dormroom every night :)
i have some pretty hilarious stories of times with eddie from college. hey eddie, remember: telling people we were cousins; eating out at max and erma's way too often; eating breakfast at schatz diner way too often; going to the erykah badu concert, waiting effing 2 hours for her to come out, enjoying the show anyways, and then almost crashing your car on the way home because it had snowed; slacking off in statistics class; trying to write a song in the mudge house library and failing completely; eating; eating; eating? damn, we ate so much in college ... kind of gross looking back.
those days are long gone ... let's hope we never regress to our college diets again. and i dare say, the dude got crazy lucky cause his wife is nice, pretty, smart, and a health nut! good job cuz.
it was tough to get good photos because the lighting was a little tricky -- so here are some bad photos for you. haha. enjoy!
chris and i seem to take this same photo before every wedding we attend! I'm determined that for the next wedding, I will be in the driver's seat! |
leave it to eddie to have delicious parmesan french fries at the cocktail reception. I think I ate about three cones. true story. |
the lovely cake! |
Eddie and Joo. awwww! |
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