I get these moments of clarity about the role my dad has played in my life and how lucky I am to have my dad out of all the dads in the world. Sometimes it's because of something crazy or outstanding he has done ( like when he surprised me by paying my car bill) but it usually happens when I'm talking to my friends.
Most of my best friends have fathers who are sick, have already died, or have not been present in their lives. Without it being a major topic of discussion, I notice the absence of stories they tell about their fathers compared to the regular dad anecdotes I share and it breaks my heart at the idea that they might have had a dad like mine and they have to live without him. Ouch. How absolutely devastating.
My dad is not only a presence in my life, he loves being a great dad. He will go up to anyone (strangers included) and brag for an entire day about how great I am (his words, not mine!) and how proud of me he is. He always tells me he loves me and he is always interested in what's going on in my life. He lights up when I surprise him with a visit home or even if I decide to join him on a grocery shopping trip. He will listen to me vent and make me laugh. He gives the best hugs. I couldn't be luckier.
I wanted to get this post up yesterday but I did managed to call him before working a double. Anyway, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DAD!