Good morning! Goood moorning! Good morning.
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!
I cheated and gave Jay his gift Friday and Saturday. 😕 oops!
Again, I’m left thinking about my dad today.
An ordinary hero. Mr. Sergeant B. hahahaha you almost got me to divulge the name there. 😛
Aside from his military presence, he was a dad WITH a powerful presence. I cannot begin to express how often I find myself shedding his messages with my own children today.
My favorite, “Patience is a Virtue.”
I am most grateful, that even in my small time with him, he taught me to look for a deeper meaning. When I began growing up, and becoming a woman, and all he could do was cringe at the fact, I was still his little girl. Even in the moments when I’d dissapointed him, he stood by me. My sun, my strength, my wisdom, and logic.
If I could celebrate him today, I would probably say:
Do you remember all those times you pretended to doubt me? Yeah. Thank you! You knew me so well. Only you would question my ability, knowing that mere doubt would give my wings flight. EVERYTIME someone told me I can’t do it, I ALWAYS had to show them just how wrong they were. You knew this. You watched me grow with quite a spunk. Your smile lit up bright as you watched me. Whether it was taking my steps in life, growing pains, and even disappointments. You stood behind me allowing me to lead my own way.
When I look back and remember you, one I my favorite memories shall always be….
I remember sitting on my living room floor. Dad would pull out his acoustic guitar. The tunes would start, and my oldest brother would pull out his. The house grew full of music. I sat quietly watching. Studying the fingerings as dad played. He always seemed so… in his realm. Nothing could take him down, during his calling. After minutes of watching him strum, I’d notice he’d been watching me in return. As our eye contact engaged, that smile… if only there were words to describe that smile. It lit up his face, and he always succeded in melting my heart. My daddy! In the flesh. My face would brighten and I too would light up.
Every time they performed, with as many people in those crowds, even then, my father’s fruitful eye was planted solemnly on me. 😍
Lately, I’ve been reflecting a lot. I may not have noticed then, but I realize now. That spark in his smiles was fueled by his admiration of my strength. Yesterday, I looked through the review mirror to see my 3 year old son staring out the window. He held a calm and thoughful demeaner while studying the mountains. You could clearly see he was deep in thought.The essence of my father’s shadow shined bright. I saw a little me in the back seat years ago, doing the same thing. I would always find dad sneaking quick glances at me. Every time I caught him, a smile would follow.
I myself smiled at my son. Told Jay, and then said, “I used to do that.”
Hence, the reflection.
He was proud of my mind, my deep rooted questions, and my desire to know.
I may not have you now dad, but your legacy lives on. You are an everyday hero. For that, I am proud. It gives me comfort that in our short time together, you managed to leave me with a valuable key in life. Maybe your in heaven today celebrating with mom. That would be really cool. Is it sandwich, or sangwitch? 😆
I always carry this strange curiousity…..
You know how our parents meet, and fall in love? Live their lives together, then start having kids? What if the circle of life is… just that. Is death rebirth?
(Was that crazy?😐)