✨11.11✨ HAHppy Birthday to my Mama & Gratitude to my Papa for his service 🇺🇸 Only after I became a mother myself did I have the context to remotely understand how heavy this time must have been for my parents. Photos are from Hawaii when my father was on R&R from Vietnam. My mom had just given birth to me 4 months prior, my dad had yet to meet me. The 2 of them so in love … my dad flew back to war to fight in a battle that he would have to live thru the rest of his life. My mom flew home to a newborn and a 2 year old that she was raising alone in a small town she was not from. At the ages of 20-22 years old as newly weds … thank you @sherrecernster@phillipernsterjr for your love, for my beautiful life and we celebrate you both today from CA to TX sending our love 💗
Happy birthday to this man: Legend, best second father, owner of the craziest laugh, lover of family, the best. Love you beyond, Pops. Out on the water today recounting all the memories, too many to mention. 🩷
✨HAHppy Bday Pops🎉 🥳U are the most HAHmazing Father & I cherish all that u are : 🦄your iconic fashion sense {looking dapper here in Acapulco early 80s}fighting for our freedom in Vietnam 1970, and your favorite role ever being a Grand Pops to all your grandkids. U r my light & inspiration … sending u tons of love from Malibu to U ❤️🤗
Grateful to all the brave humans who have served our country. Special thanks To my Pops. Sending love to Texas @phillipernsterjr from your Cali family ❤️🤍💙
Day(a sad weather comparison to yesterday’s fabulousness), observe ten. //1. Morning walk had me thinking about the act of moving away from and the act of moving towards. //2. Moving to New York part-time was a solid away-from. Away from stuckness and stagnation, away from small, away from standing out. //3. I’ve moved away from things often in my life. Pack the truck and drive, find new lovely people, invest in new things. Less common was moving to something unless it was adventure. Those were good years of collecting and holding onto deep relationships far and wide. Every move brought beauty. //4. Facets of this move away from fade with a click of a key in a lock, gone. That new opening closes the door on what was in many ways. Grateful for that. //5. But the moving to, that reset is something different. I am a person who likes to move things forward, create, build, lay a solid foundation, flourish. Even after the hurricane, even in the wrong season. //6. The space between moving away and moving to can feel disorienting. Like upside down, like floating, like untethered. //7. Last week I went back to South Texas, to the coast where the hurricane took everything, everything down to bare. So many loves are being laid bare these days, on so many levels. //8. What I’ve learned is that you just need a grip, “hand holds” as my favorite boss Ted used to call them. Things you can use to hoist yourself up or steady yourself on the climb. Friends are that, art is that, ritual is that. Hand holds when the surface feels slick. //9. The coastline emerges with new things, life returned. The trees already dramatically angled from years of sea wind survived. We will too. Even when it doesn’t feel like it. //10. For some things/there are no wrong seasons./Which is what I dream of for me. //Hurricane by Mary Oliver//.
Gratitude to all the veterans who risked their lives for all of us. My Pops at the Bob Hope show in 1969. According to My parents they conceived me on R&R. I was already a few months old when my Pops met me after 2 tours in Vietnam. So much gratitude as well to those who prayed at home for their loved ones return from service. My mom was 20 years old raising my brother and birthing me without my dad .. inconceivable what was offered by those who served and those that loved them. Thank you Pops & all veterans ❤️🤍💙
11.11 ❤️ HAHppy Birthday Mama 🤍THAHnk U Papa 4 fighting 4 our freedom 💙.. 1st pic my scrapbook of my 1st trip to Europe, London hotel , 3 generations in PJs ... 2nd pic my moms scrapbook of my Pops in Vietnam , Bob Hope show 1969 Christmas 💚♻️💚 leaveAlegHAHcy
