Before I really start promoting the Double Door Inn reunion show on the 17th, I wanted to pause and wish a happy fifth birthday to my niece, Milah. Milah, when I was the age you are now (yes, that was a long time ago), your mother Karen Coston Parks was born. Being five is an awesome age. The possibilities, and the energy you possess when you are five, can seem endless. The dreams you have now can stay with you for your entire life, if you are willing to able to hold into them, and let them grow, as you grow. Enjoy every adventure, every playdate, and remember that you are never alone in your dreams, and that where you go through life may not be what you once had planned, but it may be an even better adventure than what we had once dreamed. Happy birthday, and many more, see you at the playdates, and see you on the road.
-Daniel
December 6, 2017
Showing posts with label Note to Milah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Note to Milah. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Happy Birthday Milah
Hello All-
Happy birthday to my niece, Milah, who just turned three years old. Milah, I'd originally planned to write you a series of letters over the last three years, but life got in the way. So far. Just know that I love you, and that uncle Daniel hopes to tell you many more stories, for many days to come.
-Daniel
December 9, 2015
Happy birthday to my niece, Milah, who just turned three years old. Milah, I'd originally planned to write you a series of letters over the last three years, but life got in the way. So far. Just know that I love you, and that uncle Daniel hopes to tell you many more stories, for many days to come.
-Daniel
December 9, 2015
Friday, December 5, 2014
Happy 2nd Birthday Milah
Happy 2nd birthday to my niece Milah, whom I don't see often enough, and who always reminds me how good that life can be. Have fun this weekend with mommy and daddy (aka Karen Coston Parks and David Parks), and I look forward to many more birthdays with you. In the words of George King, "Happy birthday, ol' kid."
-Daniel
December 5, 2014
-Daniel
December 5, 2014
Thursday, October 3, 2013
A new note to my niece
To my niece Milah-
Today, I held you as I balanced your feet on top of mine, and showed you what it would be like to walk. I did the same with your mother 35 years ago, when she was the same age you are now, ten months old. Back then, my fevered young mind was convinced that it was time that she knew how to walk, and soon enough, she did. As will you.
The path to walking in this world is not always easy. There will be obstacles, distractions, and other things that will sometimes get in your way. Others will sometimes help you walk, and others might try to push you off your track. There may even be times that you might feel like giving up walking, altogether. But always remember that your future is always worth walking towards, and that those moments of struggle will pass. And while we, your family, may not always be there to walk with you, we will always be there for you. Reminding you to take that one step more than you thought you could, but which we always knew that you were capable of.
Sleep tight, and safe travels. Sincerely, your uncle,
-Daniel
Oct. 3, 2013
-Daniel
Oct. 3, 2013
Saturday, December 15, 2012
A Note To My Niece
To my niece Milah (and others)-
The world is not always like this. For all of the millions and billions of good people on this earth, it sadly can take only person, and action to remind us how dark our world can sometimes be. Hold on to the good things, and the good people in your life. The dark can be daunting, but hope can emerge again, if you allow it.
As to why bad things happen, I can offer no good explanation. There is never a good answer in times like this, no matter how much we wish there was.
-Daniel
December 14, 2012
The world is not always like this. For all of the millions and billions of good people on this earth, it sadly can take only person, and action to remind us how dark our world can sometimes be. Hold on to the good things, and the good people in your life. The dark can be daunting, but hope can emerge again, if you allow it.
As to why bad things happen, I can offer no good explanation. There is never a good answer in times like this, no matter how much we wish there was.
-Daniel
December 14, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
To My Niece Milah, Who Was Just Born
Hello Milah-
Thirty five years ago, I was spending Thanksgiving at my grandparents' house when my dad came in, and told me that I had a sister. Now, with a few days past Thanksgiving, my sister has given birth to you. Welcome home. As your uncle, it has been remarkable to watch your mom become more than just my sister. She is now your mother, and so much more. One of the miracles of living is that we can live long enough to watch the next generations of our family come in, and carry on this line that began way before you, or me.
As you are new to the world, there are a lot of things to tell you about. The planet we live on is a strange place. Always has been, always will be. Millions of people got lost in the little things of everyday life, while bigger issues pass right by them. There is, and was no exact thing as "the good old days." That is just each person's perspective on their own lives, and how they look back on their past. Someday, you might even look back on the next several years of your life as "the good old days." As I said, the world is a strange place, but it has it's possibilities. Make the most of them, and enjoy every day that you can.
What can I tell you about your mother? She is a good person, and is really happy to have you here. When she tells you about our days as kids, she might tell you that we had a lot of good times together. This is true. She might also tell you that I was not the ideal older brother. This is where our memories sometimes differ. Again, there is no concrete thing as the truth, just one's view of it. I might feel the same way if you asked me if your mother was the perfect younger sibling. The truth is, our memories meet somewhere in the middle. But your mom has always had her heart in the right place, and I'd like to think that I did, as well.
Obviously, I have not known your father as long as I've known your mother, but I believe that he shares my sister's hopes and aspirations for you. By the time that I finally meet you, you may have already met my parents, who are now your grandparents. We all did a lot of growing up together. From the home that we shared in upstate New York, living on the banks of Cayuga Lake, to that first home we lived in here in North Carolina. It was a long journey from there to here, yet rewarding. Now, my parents are ready to take care of you the same way that they raised myself and your mother. Give them your attention, when time allows. They've been waiting for you for a long time, and they will be good to you.
As I think about you, I remember all of your relatives that you did not get the chance to meet. Great-grandparents, great-great-grandparents, great uncles, aunts and more. You are descended from hard workers, mailmen, engineers, priests, travelers and characters such as myself. Someday, I want to tell you about them all. This includes your grandmother's parents, who also took time to raise me when I was young. I did, and still love them as much as I love you. And that's a lot. They may not be here to welcome you, but they are glad to have you here, just the same.
There is so much for you to learn, and experience. That it is okay to dream, whether you are an adult or child. That some dreams are worth fighting for, while others will change and adapt with you. That it is possible to grow up, and not completely grow old. That it is okay to care about what you do, and the people around you. And to not be afraid to be yourself. As I said before, the world is a strange place. It is not always hostile to the things I just mentioned, but it can be indifferent. And that can sometimes be the toughest thing of all. But always remember you who are, and who you came from. Your dreams will always be worth fighting for, as we fought for our own.
That being said, there is time to discover these things. You will get there. Until then, enjoy your time in this new place. Look around, and smile at it. And sleep as much as you can. You will appreciate that more as you get older, as will your parents. There is so much to share with you, and I look forward to doing that soon. Until then, rest well, and welcome home.
Sincerely, your uncle,
-Daniel Coston
December 5, 2012
Thirty five years ago, I was spending Thanksgiving at my grandparents' house when my dad came in, and told me that I had a sister. Now, with a few days past Thanksgiving, my sister has given birth to you. Welcome home. As your uncle, it has been remarkable to watch your mom become more than just my sister. She is now your mother, and so much more. One of the miracles of living is that we can live long enough to watch the next generations of our family come in, and carry on this line that began way before you, or me.
As you are new to the world, there are a lot of things to tell you about. The planet we live on is a strange place. Always has been, always will be. Millions of people got lost in the little things of everyday life, while bigger issues pass right by them. There is, and was no exact thing as "the good old days." That is just each person's perspective on their own lives, and how they look back on their past. Someday, you might even look back on the next several years of your life as "the good old days." As I said, the world is a strange place, but it has it's possibilities. Make the most of them, and enjoy every day that you can.
What can I tell you about your mother? She is a good person, and is really happy to have you here. When she tells you about our days as kids, she might tell you that we had a lot of good times together. This is true. She might also tell you that I was not the ideal older brother. This is where our memories sometimes differ. Again, there is no concrete thing as the truth, just one's view of it. I might feel the same way if you asked me if your mother was the perfect younger sibling. The truth is, our memories meet somewhere in the middle. But your mom has always had her heart in the right place, and I'd like to think that I did, as well.
Obviously, I have not known your father as long as I've known your mother, but I believe that he shares my sister's hopes and aspirations for you. By the time that I finally meet you, you may have already met my parents, who are now your grandparents. We all did a lot of growing up together. From the home that we shared in upstate New York, living on the banks of Cayuga Lake, to that first home we lived in here in North Carolina. It was a long journey from there to here, yet rewarding. Now, my parents are ready to take care of you the same way that they raised myself and your mother. Give them your attention, when time allows. They've been waiting for you for a long time, and they will be good to you.
As I think about you, I remember all of your relatives that you did not get the chance to meet. Great-grandparents, great-great-grandparents, great uncles, aunts and more. You are descended from hard workers, mailmen, engineers, priests, travelers and characters such as myself. Someday, I want to tell you about them all. This includes your grandmother's parents, who also took time to raise me when I was young. I did, and still love them as much as I love you. And that's a lot. They may not be here to welcome you, but they are glad to have you here, just the same.
There is so much for you to learn, and experience. That it is okay to dream, whether you are an adult or child. That some dreams are worth fighting for, while others will change and adapt with you. That it is possible to grow up, and not completely grow old. That it is okay to care about what you do, and the people around you. And to not be afraid to be yourself. As I said before, the world is a strange place. It is not always hostile to the things I just mentioned, but it can be indifferent. And that can sometimes be the toughest thing of all. But always remember you who are, and who you came from. Your dreams will always be worth fighting for, as we fought for our own.
That being said, there is time to discover these things. You will get there. Until then, enjoy your time in this new place. Look around, and smile at it. And sleep as much as you can. You will appreciate that more as you get older, as will your parents. There is so much to share with you, and I look forward to doing that soon. Until then, rest well, and welcome home.
Sincerely, your uncle,
-Daniel Coston
December 5, 2012
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