Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day to every Dad who has changed a diaper, rocked his child to sleep, read to his children stories. Happy Fathers Day to all of you fabulous Dads!

This is your day and I hope it's a marvelous one!

I wrote the following story for my father, so feel free to leave a comment about your Dad or about any of the great days you know. 

For my father-

When I was a small child, I rested my head on my bedroom window sill at bedtime waiting for his car to pull into our driveway.  Most of the time I fell asleep, but occasionally I could hear his Cowboy boots crinkle when he stepped on the concrete steps leading to our front door. My father’s job was dangerous so I was afraid he would not return if I went to sleep. I remember struggling to keep my eyes open for what seemed like years to ensure his safe return.   

The times I was awake at my window when he came home the pace of my heart quickened with excitement followed by relief.  

Sometimes, I wondered if he was my father or an impostor, I’m not sure why, but probably because I didn’t see him often. To me, he was an untouchable hero-  I can still see him in my mind’s eye, his black curly hair, greenish blue eyes, cowboy belt buckle, and of course, his boots.  

My father was a Captain at the Sheriff's Office in our city for thirty years, although it was not his chosen profession. My Dad was a policeman because he had three children to feed, my oldest brother, followed by my middle brother, and me, the youngest.

He wanted to train horses, so my parents moved to a ranch in the country until they discovered my brother had Asthma and they needed to be closer to hospitals and doctors. This is a story I’ve been told and believe to be true, although my father has never mentioned his dreams, and never complained about the sacrifices or choices he made, he just did the right thing. 

In any event, my parents moved back home and my father went to work for his father who was the Sheriff in our city which was convenient and lucky, although I have a In any event, my parents moved back home and my father went to work for his father who  was the Sheriff in our city which was convenient and lucky, although I have a feeling he didn’t see it that way. My father became a deputy sheriff to make a living, but that is not what he does today. 

My parents divorced when I was eight so I stopped looking out of my window for my hero’s return. Then, as the years sailed by, he married a woman, then another and had another child, so he was lost to me for awhile and when we found each other again, we had our share of disagreements, most of them due to the fact that I was acting out for his attention. - Although, I didn’t realize it at the time.-  

I also realize that heroes never leave and my hero will remain close to my heart, mind, and soul throughout my lifetime.  Every time I see a man wearing Cowboy boots I think of my father.-Who wore his boots in a suit. -  Except now, he is a professional fisherman and wears tennis shoes most of the time, so I suppose he is now a cowboy/deep sea fisherman.

My father didn't know what to do with children, but he made a lot of sacrifices to keep us warm during the winter and cool during long hot summers. He loved us and as I grow older I realize that love is the most important gift anyone can give.  

My Dad isn’t perfect, but I have never doubted his affection. Well, that’s not totally true, there were times when I wondered if he forgot about me, but deep down I knew he would never turn his back on me. Even to this day, my son and father make me feel less alone in the world.   

My father taught his children character by example. For instance, I know he will always do the right thing, keep his word and that he has a loyal loving heart.- I’m lucky to be his daughter.-  

I love you, Daddy.

Happy Fathers Day!

And by the way, catch me a lot of fish!

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Have a fabulous day!