Jun. 17, 2008
Father's Day
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For Father's Day this year, I decided the thought was the present. The father in our house is notoriously hard to choose presents for. He would rather have the gift of the money still being in his checking account, LOL. So I decided to go simple but fun. I bought cool but manly patterned card stock and stickers for the five youngest to make their own cards. A set of camping stickers, a set of tool/building stickers, some seashells, zoo animals, and an amusement park/carnival set. Fun things Daddy likes to do with all of us. And then I bought cake mix and premade frosting. The children helped me make the cake and then decorated it themselves, with several tubes of colored frosting. It was a wild cake! Before bedtime, Jessica thanked me and said I had made it the "best Father's Day ever". Which made me feel I had stolen some of her daddy's thunder but also reminded how simple things are the best and bring my children the most joy. I was thinking about my dad this weekend. I called him first thing in the morning but he was working, part of his crazy several days on, several days off schedule. I forgot to call him later. But we were going on the thought this Father's Day and I certainly thought of him. Maybe I can call Mom and make sure he reads my blog later. this was my dad as a teenager........  from his days of being a young father to me   In his soldier's uniform. He was in the Air Force for 22 years.  It is fun to look back and see him so young, but this is how he looks now and for most of my life that I can remember. (he kind of went bald very quick, don't think my mom was expecting that when she married his young self) I don't think he turned out half bad.  There is a song that plays on country stations now and then. I do not listen to country music, not after having to listen to Conway Twitty and Willie Nelson as a child, country music makes me a bit twitchy, but I am a channel changer and every now and then it stops on a country music station playing a not so bad song. There is a song by Alan Jackson Smalltown, Southern Man that reminds me of the small town southern men that I have been blessed to have in my life. My Dad being the chief one of them. I have to admit I get a little teary when it comes on. In many ways, it is him, and where he came from. He is a good Dad. He was always very involved, quick to take us places, to talk to us. He was a good sounding board for me as a kid as I tried to sort out the world and how I felt about it. He has been a good example to me of always learning, never becoming complacent in life with what you think you know. He has many interests and always has some new thing to talk about. We share many of the same interests,like politics, geneology, history. I guess I can blame him for my love/obsession with sci-fi because he made me watch the old Star Trek with him. While I still do not have a love for Captain Kirk (the way he jerks while making "meaningful speeches" is makes me want to hit something) but that started something that brings me great enjoyment. We are not very expressive in our family. I mean, I am with my children but with my "original" family, we are not. I think Dad is the most expressive one of us. He can be very kind. He can also be a grumpy bear (another thing I inherited...eek) but the next time you see him, all is forgotten, blown over and done with. He never held it against you, never made it difficult to re-approach him. I have been blessed in my life with many people who have loved, cared for and shaped me. But today I am writing about my Dad. The older I get, the more I think I become like him. Which would have appalled me as a teenager, but pleases me now. |
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