Even though my parents are going through one of the most challenging times in their life (“an opportunity for growth” they say), they are putting it all behind them to come visit Biceps and I.
Well, us and the rest of the siblings. But, I believe it’s mainly about us.
I have big plans concerning big amounts of food to keep my dad fueled and big, delicious desserts to force my mom to stay awake past 8pm.
I am so excited to see their smiling faces. The end.
I have the best dad in the world. You may argue with me, but you’d be wrong. Dead wrong. (Alright, you can have the best dad, too. This isn’t worth arguing over.)
Today, I would like to say thank you to the man that raised me, protected me and provided for me. And, I would like to honor all of those other dad’s out there that are diligently doing the same.
Thank you Dad, for playing with us kids and always pretending to be “hit” and then pretending to be “hurt” and then pretending to “die”.
Honestly, I really thought we had conquered Goliath-you were that good of an actor. Now, I know you were just humble enough to let a sassy 6 year old in pigtails take you down.
Thank you Dad, for giving us shoulder rides all over Europe when we were little and then all over Kansas when we were really too big to be given shoulder rides.
You have always taken a lot on your shoulders as the man of our house. And, you’ve never let us down.
Thank you Dad, for idolizing the right men-God, Jesus and MacGyver. I know MacGyver is the only reason you carried your Swiss Army knife wherever you went and the reason behind the enormous amount of duct tape found in our house.
You had your priorities straight.
Thank you Dad, for laughing at appropriate times and at the most inappropriate things. Like when Grandma toots or when I show off by burping my name.
And thank you Dad for loving us all the same (although I have a feeling that I’m your favorite girl) and for teaching us unconditional love. I’m sorry about keeping you up at night when I’d go on a date with the that kid with the mohawk or the one way too old for me-but because of you, I knew exactly how to defend myself if need be. Thank goodness it never came to that…
Thank you for accepting Biceps immediately because you knew he was the right one for your baby girl. You were right about that and about so many other things.
You aren’t perfect, but you are perfectly my dad and I love you and I am so proud of you. Happy Father’s Day.
During all of the hustle and bustle, it’s important to remember why we do it all.
You see, I have one of the world’s greatest Grandma’s. She is generous, kind, loves kids and always has a story ready at the helm.
I love her and will continue making her a loaf of banana bread each Christmas-after all, it’s a “healthy snack”, according to her-due to the bananas. But, so is ice cream because it’s a “dairy product”. She ignores the whole sugar thing…
I kind’ve owe her since she made the world’s best Dad. He’s the guy with the beard right next to Grandma-sporting the purple hat.
It’s easy to forget why we are spending so much time on each gift, card sent or goodies baked. I want to remember while I’m wrapping presents, baking goodies or sewing one last present together that just why I am doing it.
Merry Christmas!
There are so many peculiarities that have been witnessed after years of criss-crossing the United States. I’ve watched an RV burning down to its metal frame as we sat in the traffic jam created by the aforementioned crispy RV. I’ve sat inside a Dairy Queen as a church steeple seemingly floated by. Subsequently, it was on the bed of a tractor trailer…
I’ve also seen the world’s largest prairie dog, the world’s largest rocking chair, the world’s largest ball of twine and the world’s largest pen collection. It’s been an amazing ride.
And now, the world’s biggest Blue Whale. Right in my home state of Oklahoma, if you can believe that.
Just off of Route 66-between Tulsa and Catoosa, is this little guy.
My father was along for the ride home to St. Louis, and we took a little detour. He decided to ham it up for his “bestest daughter”. Note, I am his only daughter.
At first, it was innocent enough.
Then, it turned into a bit of a showing off routine.
But, I have to admit-I asked for this. I encouraged it. In fact, I told him how to pose for this one.
Like father…like daughter, I suppose.
