He calls me babyduck.
The first thing he noticed when I was born were my tiny ears.
They are still tiny. But they hear a lot.
He asked me yesterday what things stick out when my brother and I think of him as a dad.
It's not really the individual things. It's what those things add up to...the best dad that two kids could have. I feel it's safe to speak for my brother too. Older sisters tend to do that.
But just a few~
Tractor rides. In your lap or on the wagon.
Following behind you in the garden as you tilled. The cold soil on my bare feet.
Hundreds of phone calls that started- "Dad, I'm having a bad day."
Ghost stories at the beach.
Riding on your shoulders.
Giving me away- twice!
Sitting in your lap watching football.
Sunday meals after church.
Steakums. Two please with cheese and Heinz 57.
Friday night popcorn.
Mornings before school when no one was allowed to speak to me but you.
Canned sausage on Saturday mornings.
Honeybuns and snickers from the store.
Bringing you iced tea in a jar when you were bushhogging or plowing.
Riding in the green Vega on the way to the beach.
Playing Super Mario.
I'll think of a million more as soon as this is published. Father's Day is not just one day. It's not just one thing. It's the sum of the man.
Happy Father's Day. Love you more than you know. And I'm beyond proud to be your daughter.
And of course, thank you...