Everyone has a father. Everyone's experience is different. But dads are a big deal. They play an important role in your life. Or maybe yours didn't. However you look at it, dads have a big responsibility and I am lucky enough to have had a phenomenal one. Even if your dad didn't or doesn't play a big role in your life, I would venture to guess that you have learned something from that. My dad was present. He came to my "things." And I am not just talking about dance recitals. (But while I'm on the subject, any dad who goes to one, much less, two or more daughters' dance recitals is the one who deserves the awards and the trophies.) He teaches me more about life, about generosity, about fairness, about family -- I am glad I was able to be with my dad on father's day.
My dad made me learn to change a flat tire, change my oil in my car, drive a standard, and I came away from that deal sharing his love for cars. I know every car he ever owned, starting with his 1933 Ford five window coupe, not the one behind him, but almost. He had a sweet Mustang, a green 1968 Volkswagen bug, an early 1970's mustard-colored Oldsmobile sedan, a cool Volkswagen bus, a very bad Dodge van that was extended-length and totally modified -- and a few Corvettes, including a 25th anniversary special edition one that I probably shouldn't have driven, but he let me. I remember the others, but no need for a list. :)
I am grateful for my dad, and I love him, but I also like him.
Neither of the boys are in town today, so we didn't get any pictures with them. Everyone talked to everyone. Later in the day, Clare and her dad thought it was a good time for Sunday Selfies. Here they are in the driveway, and Clare was so rambunctious, even as a joint effort, we couldn't get her to smile or cooperate.
We did decide to invent the Cement Sunday Selfie by laying down in the driveway and trying to get a funny shot. Not sure why we had to lay in the driveway...
It was pretty funny, alright.
She loves us, I mean, her dad.
This was right after she put my whole face in her mouth. I think my glasses are broken.
Again, not sure how we ended up laying on the cement. How fun would these pictures have been if there was green grass all around us? Maybe next weekend....
