In honor of Father’s Day, let me just say that this week I’m grateful for my dad.
Here are some fun facts and memories about him related to parenthood:
He has had a hand in raising five children, none of us related to him biologically.
He used to pick me up from pre-school every afternoon and take me to the Creek Store, which was a little convenience store which was located next to a creek on our way home. Yes, I was quite creative back then; I’ve been blessed with my quick wit from an early age. I was allowed to get one item from the store each day. Each day! I learned I hated Butterfingers and Cracker Jacks thanks to those stops.
I’ve been the only kid that he’s seen grow from an infant to an adult.
I don’t remember a dance recital, softball game, piano recital, or a band concert I was a part of that he didn’t attend. And there were a lot of them, let me tell you… I had a very structured childhood. (Can you say Tiger Mom?)
The first newborn he cared for was Little F.
I have been very lucky to have had him as my father for the past thirty-six years. Here’s hoping for thirty-six more.
