I can’t write one of those sappy tear-jerking posts. I can’t do it because I don’t want to be crying all day 🙂 But let’s just get on the same page. Those of us who have been fortunate enough to have caring Fathers can agree that it’s hard not to get sappy. Dads are the best. And my Dad is the best of the best.
See? Stripes? Mini-fro? It doesn’t get much better than that. Oh but it is. Growing up there was swimming, and fishing and Legos and theme parks and birthday dates. And pringles and fig newtons and twizzlers. There was the coolest FSU lamp in the world and a bedroom in the attic. There were late night talks and politics and advice and fighting. Good fighting. The kind of fighting that drives you crazy because you are exactly the same.
There were tears and hugs and kisses and tickles that felt like I was being stabbed with his dagger fingers. Did your dad have dagger fingers? They hurt! There were projects and baseball and ideas and encouragement. He walked me down the aisle, twice. And Oscar is built just like him.
Happy Father’s Day Daddy!