Since it's Father's Day I have been reflecting on my
relationship with my Dad. Let's face it, the poor guy
was outnumbered. He got two girls, no boys. My Dad
is a real guys guy. He has a passion for restoring hot rods
and is such a talented painter. He can take a broken
down junk and turn it into an award winning hot rod,
amazing. Well, needless to say my sister and I certainly
didn't share this passion ~ he couldn't have had girlier
girls. Growing up it was sometimes hard to find
common ground, add in his hearing disability, and
long heartfelt talks are taken out of the equation.
Funny, how life works out. My father finally got a son
when I married my husband. My husband, Tim, lost his
own Dad to cancer while he was still a young boy.
He lost so many years of having a father figure.
I feel like somehow my Dad and husband's relationship
provides each of them with something they were missing.
I love the way my husband takes care of and loves
my Dad who has become like his father as well.
Although, my Dad is not one for words. I know he loves
me by the way his face lights up when he sees me. He
shows his love by stopping by to fix things when they are
broken ~ he shows it in his actions because that is how
he knows how to show love.
Thank you, Dad, for always working hard and providing
for us even when the work was back-breaking.
Thank you for your sense of humor and for always
making our family laugh endlessly.
And thank you to my husband, Tim, for all you do for
our family and for my Dad as well.
Hope you all have a terrific day with the men in your life.
May they feel love and appreciated for all they have done
and for all they continue to do.
photos via flickr
