Oh, dear. All week I’ve been wondering why everyone is going on so about Father’s Day when it’s two weeks out.
Apparently, my mind is set to go on holiday with, or without me.
That being said, I’m sure you’re aware that Sunday we set aside to remember our fathers. Like many of you, I have many a memory of my dad–some good, some not so much. One of my favorites, however, was the day my dad took my three cousins and me to the Nampa Rollerdome. We roller skated until our legs were noodles (yeah, it didn’t take long for me); then we meandered next door to the hydro tube. We’d no sooner hit the water then we’d be running back up to slide back down. My dad was right there with us the entire time–there was nary a rolling of the eyes or a word of complaint. It was one of those good, good days. And when it came to a close I was certain, I had the best dad in the whole wide world.
Such are the memories that separate the ‘fathers’ from the ‘dads.’
So to you, dear readers, I hope you have a dad to celebrate–be he blood, adopted or borrowed. To you dads, I salute you–just being there makes us stronger than you could imagine. And to you all, I wish more of those good, good days . . .
Happy Father’s Day weekend to you!