Age 14: We bumped up and down in the little black truck listening to oldies. Songs that my friends would never know but I was lucky enough to enjoy. The clock would tick past the first bell and my Dad would scribble a note “The car wouldn’t start on time” and we would head into the coffee shop drive through. Not a moments hesitation to be a little late and have some extra time together.
Age 18: Freshmen year of college I was homesick. Very homesick. 11pm on a Thursday “I need to come home.” 1am…my parents pulled up and I rode home. Monday morning I went back to class and nearly weekly after that the cards started to arrive. Funny pictures, serious encouragement, things he was proud of me for, stupid puns, one liners; love letters. They didn’t stop for two years while I learned to live on my own.
“Grandpa is coming into town today! Should we invite him over?”
“YES, yes!! And I will show him my book, and my play house. I want to live at Grandma and Grandpas HOME!”
There are endless memories and vignettes to tell that show what an incredible Dad you have been. I am blessed to have a myriad of memories from tree house building and soccer games, to walking me down the isle and witnessing me in labor with my second baby. You have been there; cared and complimented, loved and encouraged and parented me with humor and respect. I am so thankful for you.
Happy Fathers Day.