Annelise and I took my dad out for a birthday breakfast at IHOP the other morning. He turned 67 on Tuesday! I have so enjoyed seeing him in the role of Pappo to Annelise. She adores him, and vice versa, so there's is the ideal relationship.
I puttered around the other day looking for pictures for this post. Every time I open up the photo box I am underwhelmed at the quality and quantity of pictures from my childhood. Of course, I am thankful to have some, but I wish they were better. If you looked through the box, you would think we only took severe candids of Christmas, my birthdays, a few other family events and some puppies. It's rather pitiful. Obviously, photography wasn't their thing.
I digress. We celebrated my dad's birthday. And I took a nice picture. There.
Here is a little collage I had fun fiddling with :
Here are a few tidbits about my dad:
He grew up with 6 brothers and 1 sister, he was the second to the youngest.
He married my mom June 30, 1961. They were married 22 years.
He became a widower at 42.
He is a true Mr. Fix-It. He can build or repair just about anything.
He has always enjoyed restoring old cars. He rebuilt a 1936 Ford and a 1957 Thunderbird.
Because he was a teenager of the 50s, I grew up listening to a lot of be-bop and what is now known as classic country. Hank. Johnny. George. He has no comprehension of rock and roll after, say, 1965. I think the Beatles caused some disillusionment for him.
He kept cows and horses on our back property when I was a child.
He bought my mom a goat one year for a surprise. Isn't he romantic?
I was an only child and of course, a girl, so I had to cross gender lines occasionally.
I helped him shingle the roof of our garage (that he built). He tied a rope to my waist in case I slipped.
I knew my tools.
He nicknamed me HotRod because I blew out a piston when I was helping him work on our car. In my defense, he told me to give it some gas.
He walks at least 3 miles just about every day. I keep encouraging him to walk a Half Marathon and he always says maybe.
He has always had a thing for motorcycles.
He was married to my stepmother Ruby, for 21 years. He became a widower again at 65.
It is even a shade sadder to see him in his retirement years, after a life of hard work, alone.
He stays busy though and even has developed new interests.
Take the pies. He bakes pecan and oatmeal pies like no one's business. His new thing is to make individual pecan pies. Cute. And tasty too.
One of his oatmeal pies
My dad has always been a constant presence in my life. In a movie or TV show when I hear a dad ask his daughter how her car is running or if she is current on her inspection, I just tear up because I know that is how tough guy dads show their love for their daughters, you know?
I love my Daddy. Yes, I am a grown up, but he is still my Daddy.
Happy Birthday Daddy!