Dad, I remember . . . as a child jumping at the chance to bring you your morning coffee. I would slowly tiptoe across the room, trying intently not to spill a drop. Your smile was my greatest reward for arriving with at least half of a cup remaining.
Dad, I remember . . . all of us kids wrestling with you. We’d pile on top of you in a jubilant heap of arms and legs. Mom waited in the wings for the inevitable injury and would shake her head in astonishment as she watched yet another tearful child receive her hugs, recover, and quickly rejoin the pack.
Dad, I remember . . . the time you took me fishing. We arose with the sun and shared the lake with the misty silence and the early morning chill. I hardly noticed the small pool of water in the bottom of the boat that seeped into the hole of my tennis shoe. With quiet anticipation, I focused on the red and white striped bobber at the end of my fishing line. If I moved my eyes I’d miss the fish. With realization, I looked at you . . . this was so much more.
Dad, I remember . . . having dinner with you in the morning after your midnight shift at the plant. Your tired face notwithstanding, you were my first crush on a man in uniform.
Dad, I remember . . . dancing with you on my wedding day and resting my head on your shoulder. The safety of your arms brought me comfort like a warm, soft blanket, and took me to a magical place that daughters dream of.
When I was just a child, you were so many things to me.
Now, as a woman, I thank you for those memories, and for being the person that I needed you to be.
You are still my comfort, my safety, and the best man I know.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
I love you.