Father’s day is this Sunday.
I was at the store buying cards and was slightly irritated that I had to spend so much money on cards for all these dads in my life. I shook my head at my own absurdity. I’m LUCKY to be able to buy cards for several important men in my life.
The importance of The Hubs is a totally different subject, but at this moment, I want to talk about my daddy. Yes, I still refer to him as daddy.
Funny actually because when I’m around the boys, I try to refer to The Hubs as Daddy and anytime I’m in the presence of both, The Hubs and my dad will answer me.
My dad just celebrated his 64th birthday last week. Since they live about four hours away, we were lucky enough to be together to celebrate. Nothing too fancy but cake and a trip to the beach as a big family.
My dad is a pretty quiet guy. He speaks quietly, laughs quietly and sometimes I have no idea how he tolerates the rest of us. No one would describe my family as quiet. No one. He loves to read and cares deeply about his family. All of us. Loud and bossy folks.
He works as a mechanic and has worked hard his entire life. I cannot wait for him to be able to retire so he can enjoy life a little more. Although, he will probably continue to work on cars because, unlike a lot of us, the work he does is the work he loves.
He wants to move to the country and live a quiet life (surprise, surprise). My mom, not so much. Maybe, one day, I can talk them into moving closer to us.
Happy Father’s day Daddy/Poppi. You are loved fiercely.