Happy Father’s Day
19/06/2011 § 5 Comments
I’ve actually already said Happy Father’s Day to my Dad, since I called him up last night in order to be officially first among my siblings. Win! But even though I’ve already said it to him, I couldn’t let the day pass without letting you know how amazing my father is. He’s always been my biggest fan and supporter, even when it meant I would move clear across the country and could no longer to attend the Sunday dinners he works so hard on every week. My father patiently coached my mediocre soccer skills over the years, made me hold his hand even when I went through that phase when I didn’t want to, tears up at the schmaltziest greeting card (and may even be tearing up right now, in fact), and would do anything within his power for his wife, children and grandchildren. And has worn an earring since the mid-80s. And maybe wears a pinky ring now.
Succinctly, my Dad is awesome. It is my earnest life’s wish that the man I choose to be the father of my children will love them as fiercely as my father loves me. (Earring/pinky ring is optional.)
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!
Me and Dad at a Macy’s fashion show.
I was the one that was modeling that day, but can we talk about the brown three-piece suit my dad is sporting? His loafers? That amazing camera strap draped over his knee with the little loops for the film cannisters?
Taking advantage of a “picture spot” in our matchy-matchy shirts.
Special shout-out to my Mom, who sent these pictures to me. Thanks, Mom!