When I sat down to write this, I knew I was going to end up getting mascara in my eye. Not because I’m a crazy wand-wielding beauty buff (I am but not at this particular moment). Nope. From drippy tears. It’s because it’s about my dad. For my dad. On Father’s Day.
Dad, this song is for you. It reminds me of one tiny moment during my childhood. I must have been about six or so. I was sitting on your knee, listening to you sing along to John Denver on the record player (for you kids who are reading this, this is a record player; it’s pronounced reh-cord play-er).
This was the first time I heard you sing. Really sing. Not goofy stuff. (Isn’t it funny how little things make impressions on kids and they stay with them throughout their lives?) For some reason, it was the first time I saw you as someone beyond the Sorry games, an old white Ford Fairlane and “elbows off the table” reminders. You could be funny, you could be smart, you could build just about anything. But most of all, at this moment, I realized you could be gentle. I came to test this theory in my teenage years, of course.
I love you, dad. You’re a brilliant mind, a laugh-out-loud funnyman, a sarcastic annoyance (gee, where did I get that trait). Most of all, you’re a gentle soul…a warm-hearted man who I’m proud to call my father. Thank you for a lifetime of support, love, protection, friendship and always making me feel like at least one person in the room will think my sarcastic comment wasn’t too inappropriate.
On a side note, the only person who could match up to my dad is my daughter’s dad. They say little girls marry their fathers. May my little girl find someone as wonderful as her father, just as I did.
Now if you’ll excuse me. There’s something in my eye.
What is one of your favorite memories of your dad? Leave a comment and let me know!