Wyatt and I are both very lucky. We each have a great dad. My dad was a great dad when I was kid and he's a great dad now. Then, he was great dad because he worked 60+ hours a week to support us, but still managed the energy and enthusiasm to take us swimming at Barton Springs and many other fun things on the weekends. He was a good disciplinarian but always kind and loving toward us. He always made me feel like spending time with us was what he most wanted to be doing, even when during the painful teenage years. He and I used to watch Northern Exposure every week when I was in high school. We also discussed politics, both world and micro (my various relationships with my friends). He was just a really, really good dad. Now, he's a good dad because he still takes an interest in my admittedly somewhat dry professional achievements and goals. He texts every week about mid-week to check in on us. He comes through whenever we need him, which is a lot these days. He was at the hospital immediately when I called him last month. He's a really great FIL who genuinely enjoys spending time with Ross and helping with Ross's many projects when needed. He's a great grandpops and takes Wyatt to do lots of fun things that I can't do right now. We are all lucky to have him as a dad, FIL, and grandpa.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Our Fathers' Day
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What a sweet tribute to them both.
I love this post - loved especially hearing about your dad. Very sweet.
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