Hi friends! It’s a beautiful almost summer day and I’m currently doing leg lifts in the pool while Pumbaa watches me from the window. Brutus and Griffin have given up on a game of chase or toss with me and are passed out in the shade. It is warm as the sun fills the sky. And the chill of the water still surprises me every now and then as I dip a little lower.
I want to take a moment to recognize my dad. He doesn’t get much attention for all he does and he doesn’t expect it. Dad doesn’t need many thanks, but I hope he knows how grateful I am for him.
I have made many questionable decisions in my thirty some years. You know, they don’t tell you that you are constantly trying to better and work on yourself as you age. Always figuring out what choices are best for the person you are working to be. Realizing mistakes and doing your best to overcome. Or even that knowing what you want to be when you grow up may be more of a question than you’d like to admit.
But through it all, even though he may grumble and say no more dogs, he ultimately supports me. He embodies the grace of God. Always loving. Always listening. Always a helping hand.
Dad, I love you. Thank you for being my friend when I need a friend, but always my dad even when I think I don’t. You are my super hero.
Now. Because we don’t speak this way to each other, let’s never mention this. Just give me a knowing hug the next time you see me.