My Dad gave me baseball, Hank Williams, a sense of humor and a stubborn streak that I’ve been assured is all-world. He was the first person I lost in my life–he died in 1992, and since then he’s taught me everyday just how long forever is. I wish for all the world I could hug my Dad today, to thank him for all he did for me, to show him my children, to have a cup of coffee.
Yesterday, my wife asked me what I wanted to Father’s Day. I will spare you some of what I said (this is a family site, after all) but this was my reply:
- Scrambled eggs with some of that melted cheese and 2 cups of coffee for breakfast
- Hugs from my kids
- renewed subscription to SIHR (let it lapse at Christmas, forgot until this week)
- she and I will walk Ziggy (that’s our dog)
- Barbeque tonight with three Stella (the only woman my wife will allow me to spend time with aside from her–she’s all funny that way!)
That’s it, that’s my day. My son is a fine young man, he’s got a wicked sense of humor and more patience and thoughtfulness than I had at his age, he gets that from his Mom. My daughter is so me it’s incredible, it’s funny seeing yourself stare back at you and make some smartass remark (sorry about that again, Dad). My wife (of 30 years now, incredibly) will do everything she can to make this day special, that’s what she does and one of the reasons I married her (I’d get into more detail, but again–family site!).
To all the Dads reading this today: enjoy the day men, spend it with those you hold dear. And for Dads with kids who are little, you make damn good and sure you take a moment to look at those little ones–take a long look, so you can hold it in your mind’s eye–because the years go too quickly and that’s for sure.
I don’t know how many more years the four of us will be together under one roof, but selfishly I hope it’s at least a couple. Even though there’s an empty milk carton in the fridge, the boy left the light on and my daughter left the bathroom a mess, I love them all so much.
Happy Father’s Day!