When it comes to Father's Day posts (and Mother's Day posts, for that matter), I am not really sure what to say. I want to share an inspiring story of some wonderful piece of advice my father gave me that has shaped my life ever since. But I can't particularly think of one. What I remember about growing up is not so much the big events or talks, but that my dad was always there - driving field trips, coaching teams, making dinner. My dad didn't teach me life lessons by lecturing me about the world, he did it by always being there for me. And really, isn't that the best thing a dad can do. So this is my simple post to say thanks to my dad for teaching me to cook, taking me shopping in eighth grade to buy "please, just something that isn't black", and alerting me to typos in my blog posts. I love you!
So, who are those young people holding that baby? And, look, the baby has her mouth open, letting us here her view of the world, even then!
ReplyDeleteBefore my blog, I just ran my mouth off. You both look pretty serene about it.
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