(belated) Father's Day

In honor of my perpetually late Dad, this is my Father's day post. I didn't plan it this way~but it seems fitting, hahaha!!! :-)


So I have this Dad, he is a little (okay, maybe more than a little) goofy. I can honestly say he is one of the smartest men I know...he knows alot about everything and mostly people. Everywhere we go, he knows somebody. I'll never forget the Wal-Mart in Lampasas that one August vacation, He sees this little old lady shuffling across the parking lot and says "I think that is so and so, my second grade teacher".He knows pretty much anything and everything about Texas, and politics and the Bible. He has some seriously vintage ties, has been known to wear some pretty funny clothing combinations and makes up even crazier omelet creations because he can't stand to waste food.

He has been married to my Mom for the better part of 4 decades now. Yep they celebrate 40 years next may! Not that I think my Mom is a difficult woman by any means, but still, I think it speaks volumes about a man if he stays married to the same woman through 9 pregnancies.

He loves to take the long way, to drive for the sake of driving, he collects rocks and has been known to pop them in his mouth on occasion. He also does this with straws. My own gum addiction is most definitely inherited from him! His National Geographic collection took up the entire perimeter of his office. He had floor to ceiling, built in book shelves but built additional shelves to house these magazines. And if you messed with them, he would notice!

He is an amazing father, this is a realization I came to later in life I must admit. Growing up he annoyed me. Every time he would quote "children obey your parents" we would respond, "Fathers, do not exasperate your children.". He dolled out plenty of spankings but nothing compared to that truly evil disapproving look in those black rimmed glasses. That look burned holes straight through me! He prayed at every meal, read Proverbs to us for years and the book, all I need to know I learned in kindergarten. He may not have been a super touchy feely Dad, but when push came to shove, you knew he loved you. When I had told my parents I was pregnant with Abigail I understood that for the first time. There was no judgment, no shame, no condemnation...just love and excitement over a new life. As he sat in the hospital with me, not saying a word rubing my feet I understood how much he loved me and just how much I needed him. That my friends is the most important gift a father can give.