"He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." -Clarence Budington Kelland
Happy Father's Day!
Equally as important as Mother's Day, in my book. Maybe because
I was lucky enough to be raised by a really exceptional man. It took
me a very long time to truly appreciate the person that he is and
everything he's taught me over the years, but I got there eventually.
Ironically, most of that knowledge came to me after Mom passed. We
bonded much more after that, and it's probably the one good thing that came
from such a horrible event. Wherever she is, I know Mom is grateful for that.
So, to the man I affectionately call Pops (aka Popsicle, or Popsa-Cola) -- I love you with
all my heart. You're my favorite person in the world, and no matter how many
times you stumble or mess up, I will always support you and love you and forgive you.
And I blame you for my love of chocolate!
Randomly: For whatever reason, my Pops and I have a thing where we seem to just know when the other one is thinking about them. Like, if I'm sitting at work thinking that I need to talk to him about something, he'll just call me out of the blue. It's how we roll. And today is no different.
I had wanted to spend the day with him, take him out and do stuff together. Our family is so small, and his two sons live far away and can't really come visit for days like this. So when I asked him about it, he said he was going to be with his girlfriend all weekend. I said it was okay (well, I was a little upset), and treated today like a regular Sunday. But all morning, I've just felt really sad, because I always spend Father's Day with my dad. Always. ALWAYS.
So as I was typing up the post above, he calls me! He says he just dropped off his girlfriend back at her place and wanted to know if we could go to a movie and hang out. *sniff* It was just what I needed, and see? He always comes through. So I'm off to shower and get ready and to spend the day with my favorite person.
I hope you all have a wonderful day! xoxo