Sunday is quickly approaching and it's time to notice the little things in life that I so adore about my husband! Most importantly (keeping with the theme) he is truly a wonderful father. I'm so comforted knowing that my son is growing up in a home of love and mutual respect. So, I would like to publicly say, "Husband, thank you for being the strong, supportive, loving man that you are. I am proud to be your wife."
Father's Day is always a tough holiday for me to actually "celebrate" since my "Dad" has been gone for most of my adult life; however, this year I'm keeping it positive by sharing a few of my favorite or just quirky "Dad" memories...
Hearing him sing, "You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run, you never count your money when you're sittin' at the table..." (can you guess who sings that?) or he would sing just anything by Slim Whitman. Yes, I think we (my brothers & sister) all could sing along! Oh, how embarrassed we would get when he would sing in public--he really had a terrible voice--but I would give anything to hear it again now.
He had an amazing vocabulary and an almost photographic memory--he remembered everything he read and could answer anything we ever asked.
He would always bring us home a "surprise" after he had been away. It was usually just lipstick candies, candy cigarettes (anyone remember those?!), giant jawbreakers and such.
He would ask us for "change" and trade us dollar bills--somehow we always ended up with more money than we had started with.
He bought me a 3 speed bike at a garage sale and it was blue, my favorite color. He was so very proud of his purchase that he had to wax it so that it would be fit for his "Princess" (I know hard to believe, that's me!) Well, being the manly Dad that he was, he waxed my bicycle with his buffer that was powered by his 6' tall air compressor and yep, you got it...that crazy spinning tool just got caught in the brake cords and the cords went flying everywhere! I was crying, he was promising to fix it--oh, the drama! Of course, he "fixed" it...umm, yeah, my brakes never worked right, but damn I had the cleanest bicycle on the block.
How he told the Legend of "Falling Rock" on long road trips to Canada. He was an amazing story-teller.
How he loved to throw pool parties and BBQ's...always inviting tons of people over so he could proudly feed them all.
Okay, so kind of mushy for my first post! But, why not celebrate the happily ever after moments that make our lives just that? So, it's your turn...What are your favorite "Dad" memories?
He would always bring us home a "surprise" after he had been away. It was usually just lipstick candies, candy cigarettes (anyone remember those?!), giant jawbreakers and such. 
1 comments:
Ok so I am more like my dad then I care to admit. I see where I get my love of feeding large parties of people and my love of story telling from. Oh yes, falling rock. I used to beg dad to tell me that story. I think it was one of my most favorite times of the whole ride. Here's a another good one, remember when dad used to always clean out his ears with pencil erasers and one day the eraser came out in his ear? Poor mom had to fish that thing out.
How about everytime we went out to eat and he tried to sell us or trade us to the waiters, or go on dates with us? We used to get sooo embarrassed. I used to threaten not to sit with him anymore. LOL.
Father's Day is so very hard-even after 8 years have passed. I still can't hear Slim Whitman without crying. "I'm just a bird in the sky..."
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