Today is Father's Day and I want to honor my dad.
The older I get the more I realize how fortunate I've been to have a father like mine.
I've never gone a day in my life doubting that he loved me. Even when I messed up (yes, I did that plenty), I knew my dad loved me. I'm finding out that's pretty rare for a father and daughter.
My dad was always excited with each of us kids. Here's a photo I found after my mom gave birth to my brother Steve. He was the first born and the roof my dad is standing on was my parent's first house. And my dad built it. It was in Smithtown, New York which is on Long Island. The sign says "It's a boy!"
This photo is my dad holding me in his arms and I was three months old.
During my high school years, my dad and mom were both very involved in my life. They knew all of my friends and boyfriends well. They wanted everyone to feel welcome at my house because this way they knew what was going on. Don't laugh at this photo but many many years ago, I was crowned Lindenhurst Centennial Queen and they were so proud. I had the opportunity to represent our village for one year in parades and events.
When I moved out to Phoenix my dad took the drive with me to get me settled. He always loved Corvettes so it was fun for him to drive my car.
One year we went to San Diego, California. We were both hobbling around since he had knee surgery and I tore ligaments in my ankle. So, we helped each other along the way.
My dad reads the newspaper cover to cover every morning. Of course, the sports page is always first.
My dad even let me teach him about computers. He now does email and goes on the internet and he's 80 years old. You're never too old to learn!
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And finally, here's my dad overlooking his family farm in Sumstad, Norway.
He feels so at home here.
Dad, I'm sending you a big hug and my love across cyberspace.
Happy Father's Day!
This photo is my dad holding me in his arms and I was three months old.
He feels so at home here.