Hello dear ones,
I'll never forget the image of Tony wheeling our newborn daughter down the hospital hallway. Smiling, joy pouring through his entire being, tears streaming down his face. Looking at her in pure adoration.
It had been such a long journey to the miracle of her birth. It all felt like a dream.
There's the man the world knows as Tony Robbins. The one who has filled stadiums on every continent, transformed millions of lives, and built an entire body of work rooted in one unshakeable belief: that every human being has the power to change.
And then there's Tone.
Tone is the one whose bedhead looks like Einstein. The one who watches Finding Nemo next to his daughter, laughing, crying, holding his breath as if he doesn't already know how it ends. He tells the best stories — The Boy Who Cried Wolf, Jack and the Beanstalk — and we are all riveted, every single time. He's the first to raise his hand for an afternoon popsicle party, or an after-dinner ballet dance party.
That is the father our daughter loves. On a Sunday afternoon, the soundtrack that fills our home is: Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy — I have a great idea!
That presence has many faces and I appreciate men of that ilk. …
Neal McDonough and his lovely wife, Ruvé are two such wonderful, down-to-earth, hard-working (together :) human beings. Both earnest, generous, and open-hearted, it was a delight to be with them both. Tony and I just sat down for a conversation with the parents-of-five to talk about what it really takes to build a lasting love in a full life.
You may know Neal from Band of Brothers, Yellowstone, Suits, or the couple’s newest film project together, (one in over a dozen) The Last Rodeo.
Come with Tony and I to listen to our Father’s Day chat with… the instantly loveable, Ruvé and Neal McDonough. We talk dancing in the kitchen, looking upward, and choosing each other in the hard seasons.
Enjoy. 👉 Watch the full episode here
THE MIRROR Reflections of the Week
Who is the father, or father figure, in your life that you have the gift to honor today?
For what? Not the grand gestures. The simple things. The invisible acts of love. The quiet ways of being that only a father can bestow. The way he shows up. The small moments nobody else sees. How has he blessed your life?
If this were his last day, or yours, what would you want to say to him? How would you say it?
Nothing but the gratitude that the universe picked him as your father.
If you are able, go see him. Call him. Write him a letter. Send him a message. And if he has passed, say a prayer. Put words to what you want to thank him for. His presence. His love. His life.
I would love to hear your experience. Thank you for writing in. It has been a gift to know these weekly editions are serving, in some small way.
With love,
Sage 🪷
