i hugged him first
'Daddy!'
It was privilege, when I was four, to hug my dad first before anyone else. He would come home from work and I'd immediately hop from the kitchen table, run over to my dad, peel the briefcase from his fingers and be taken up in his arms. Every weekday it was the same thing. I would prepare myself for the time when I thought he would come. My brother and sister would join us as mom watched appreciatively from the kitchen.
That was nice. I talk to fathers now who experience similar entrances to their home and it is such a proud and happy moment.
I love my father. He's been a very good father. He's cared for me with such tenderness and is a non-stop hard worker. I know he loves me. There is only one place in my life that my father has lacked and it so happens to be the most important place in my life, but I'll love my father until he dies and beyond.
What can you say about someone who's brought you into the world and treated you with such compassion and instilled in you beautiful ideals and characteristics? Surely, he's not perfect and surely we disagree at times, but in general, he is solidly a good person.
I don't really write about my parents much, but I do appreciate them. I know I am the one they have shown the least attention to growing up and it was a surprising turnaround to have all their attention on me now as I am the last one they have left.
My dad is such a great person, who has such a great outlook on life. It only makes me sad that such a wonderful man, like my dad, has never had the desire to take a sip of water.
It was privilege, when I was four, to hug my dad first before anyone else. He would come home from work and I'd immediately hop from the kitchen table, run over to my dad, peel the briefcase from his fingers and be taken up in his arms. Every weekday it was the same thing. I would prepare myself for the time when I thought he would come. My brother and sister would join us as mom watched appreciatively from the kitchen.
That was nice. I talk to fathers now who experience similar entrances to their home and it is such a proud and happy moment.
I love my father. He's been a very good father. He's cared for me with such tenderness and is a non-stop hard worker. I know he loves me. There is only one place in my life that my father has lacked and it so happens to be the most important place in my life, but I'll love my father until he dies and beyond.
What can you say about someone who's brought you into the world and treated you with such compassion and instilled in you beautiful ideals and characteristics? Surely, he's not perfect and surely we disagree at times, but in general, he is solidly a good person.
I don't really write about my parents much, but I do appreciate them. I know I am the one they have shown the least attention to growing up and it was a surprising turnaround to have all their attention on me now as I am the last one they have left.
My dad is such a great person, who has such a great outlook on life. It only makes me sad that such a wonderful man, like my dad, has never had the desire to take a sip of water.