I was asked to write something about my Dad, and I have to say … I’m finding this harder than anything I have ever had to write. I can’t really say why. I love my Dad! But to pick one thing to put into words here, on this blog, is really, really difficult.
There are a lot of things I love about my Dad, like listening to his stories about his childhood. (Honestly, I never get tired of hearing them.) There are things I find amusing about my Dad, like how he always has to have the latest technology, but can never seem to get it to work right. There are some things that my Dad and I always seem to be in conflict about, like politics.
And there is one thing in particular that I have always admired about my Dad … his complete and utter devotion to his wife and his family. This wasn’t something that made a huge impression on me when I was a kid because, frankly, I just took it for granted.
• My Dad’s best friend has always been my Mom. (Now, they are pretty outgoing people, and they have lots of friends, but the absolute most important friendship for them is each other. In fact, this summer we will get to celebrate 50 years of that friendship!)
• My Dad rarely ever argued loudly with Mom (I can actually remember the one time they really did. It was that rare!)
• My Dad is a very good cook and is very proud to cook for us. (My Mom always said that it was Dad who taught her how to cook when they first got married.)
• My Dad is the ultimate Mr. Clean. (He cleans up the kitchen after dinner, makes sure the table and floor are absolutely crumb-free, does the laundry, and he is your go-to guy if you’ve got a tough stain you can’t get out!)
• My Dad never complained about being the only guy in the house. (It never really made any difference to him that we were all girls, although I think he enjoys having a couple son-in-laws now, too.)
My husband is a lot like my Dad in these ways, much to his chagrin and my amusement. My husband is my best friend and together we face everything life throws at us, including the laundry (which at times seems almost insurmountable). Sometimes I feel unworthy of the family I have, while mostly I feel grateful. A lot of it was luck. But I also believe a lot of it has to do with the example that my Dad set.
My dad turns 80 this month, though you’d never know it to look at him. That’s another thing I got from him … youthful looks. Thanks, Dad!