Last week, the sun was so warm after work that it would have been cruel to step foot inside the gym. In the spirit of still working out, The Boy and I grabbed my bag of balls and headed off to an urban park close to our home. Upon arrival, I pulled out the football as The Boy moved in to about 50 feet away from me.
"Go Deeper!" I shouted.
He stepped a few large steps back and looked at me with a sense of accomplishment.
He rolled his eyes and took another mild step back.
Realizing his arrogance was permanent, I accepted his distance, got in place and launched the football across the field. It flew (perfect spiral mind you) way over his head and far away from his location.
He was impressed with me.
I knew who I had to thank for that.
|Fishing at my Dad's cabin|
For the guy who taught me to throw like a man. Who taught me that work is as much of a necessity as it is a privilege. Who taught me that life will never be handed to me on a silver platter. Who taught me to enjoy camping. Who taught me that I can do anything I put my mind to. Who taught me to be charitable. Who taught me through tough love that though I'm special, I'm not a Princess: the rewards in life come from hard work.
|Rafting trip with my Dad, every single year of my life. I'm front Right, my Bro front Left, my Dad is Captain and you can even see stupid Juan back there :) 2011|
But most importantly, thank you Dad for teaching my Brother how to change a car tire, to set-up camp, how to tile a kitchen floor, how to give up your seat without question for the elderly and how to start a fire, among hundreds of other things. The world needs more men like you and I'm so happy to not only have you but to see it reflected in my Brother ("handy" men are disappearing at an alarming rate...).
|This is SO.MY.DAD.|
I'm off to my Dad's cabin to do some of the above :)
Happy Father's Day to all who apply!
(and sorry to my Sister who somehow didn't make it into this post, haha)