My dad’s birthday was not too long ago. I feel like going back to that post says everything I would ever want to say. Happy Father’s Day to a wonderful father who means the world to me.
Thank you dad for always providing humor when I too low to laugh.
Thank you dad for dressing up with us each and every Halloween when we were younger. I know you just wanted those almond joys but still the effort you put in was indescribable. Ghost buster anyone?
Thank you dad for teaching me my health is worth it. After being diagnosed with type two diabetes, he turned his own health around by beginning to exercise, eating way better and losing weight. He was lucky enough to make those changes so that medication did not have to rule his life. Inspirational.
Thank you dad for teaching me about my own strength. I never believed in my own body and what it could do. However, at each and every one of races, you told me to push harder, to dig deeper because you believed I could. That belief, even external, gave me that push I needed.
Thank you dad for not giving up on me. I know seeing me in treatment last year broke you down. You never gave up on me though, you wanted to do everything you could to make it easier for me there. You did family meetings, something you absolutely hated.
Thank you dad for your taste in movies and television shows. My dad is all about the CSI, Criminal Minds, high energy high thriller type stuff. I still remember growing up and watching all of these with him (probably even at ages I should not have). Yet, I loved every second of it and they are what I still watch today.
Thank you dad for making me a flagged person at airport security. Well, not really a thank you for this one. Funny story, when we went as a family to Key West one year when I was younger we had to go through airport security as usual. My dad smokes a pipe so needs matches to light it (he hates the way lighters work). There is a limit on how many a single person is allowed to have on them. So instead he gave us each at least 10 packs to put in our pockets. Well we were pulled aside and asked to empty our pockets. A whole family with over 40 matches in our pockets… sketchy. Didn’t help our ethnic origin is middle eastern. We were stuck in security for ages!
Thank you dad for teaching me strange combinations can be delicious. I always talk about how I love to eat weird things together. He is even worse. You know his favorite… Syrian bread, American cheese, mustard and mayo. Gross. Whatever floats your boat I guess.
I hope everyone who is near their father spends today with them!
Questions: What makes your dad special? What are your father’s day plans?