Happy Fathers Day 2016

Happy Father's Day to all you dad's out there!  Wishing my dad the happiest of days.  Thanks for being such an inspiration and wonderful role model to me.  What would I do without you and your fried potatoes, iced box cookies and poke's in the forehead???

I like the quote I recently saw that sums you up perfectly..." If Papa can't fix it, we're all screwed."  You are forever my hero and the man who can do anything.

Happy Fathers Day

Happy Fathers Day to all the Dad's out there.  And a special shout out to my Dad, who is just everything a dad should be.  You are the best!!!

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Happy Fathers Day 2014

Happy Father's Day to all the dad's out there!

 

 

But especially to mine, who is the perfect mix of humor, athletic ability, intelligence and love.  He has been a shining example of integrity and grace.   We share a mutual fondness for Snoopy and the Peanuts gang.  I have looked up to him my entire life and he still manages to teach me a thing or two, even tho I always think I know everything.  I could not have gotten a better dad.  God has truly blessed me.

Happy Father's Dad with all my love.

Fathers Day 2013

Happy Fathers Day to all the Dad's out there, but especially to my dad!

We started the day with a hearty breakfast....

I'm taking my dad fishing....

And geocaching..... 

What are you doing?  Hope it's a special day.

Happy Father's Day!

This is my dad!

We usually call him Papa but when we’re at the lake, it switches to Captain Ron.  No, he’s not really a sea captain – he was actually an engineer before he retired.  But I think he looks just like the Gorton’s fisherman with his hat and white beard, don’t you?

My dad has the patience of a saint.  He and my mom had 3 daughters and the 3 of us were all teenagers at the same time.  That is a LOT of estrogen running through a house and he took it all in stride.  Sometimes he’s kind of quiet and he would never purposely hurt anyone.  He creates beautiful items out of a piece of wood and his lathe and he makes the best damn fried potatoes I've ever eaten! 

He rarely raised his voice and seldom got mad.  Yeah, ok, I did get spanked on a number of occasions when I was a kid and believe me, I deserved every one of them.  But dad always looked me in the eye before the spanking and quietly said “This is going to hurt me a lot more than it’s going to hurt you.”  And he was probably right.  But what he didn’t know was that disobeying or disappointing him bothered me way more than the half- hearted swat he would give my backside. 

If we were out late at night, dad would wrap his 3 girls in his treasured army blanket and bundle us up in the back seat so we would stay warm on the ride home.  That old army blanket was an itchy old thing and he always kept it in the trunk of the car, but it also served us well for many an impromptu pizza picnic at the park.  I sometimes tease him that I am going to bury him with that old army blanket, but when I see it, it always reminds me of dad.

Dad spent many a summer evening tossing a softball to me across the front lawn.  He taught me how to fish and encouraged me to play softball and run track, bought me a hockey stick when I wanted one and told me it was ok for girls to climb trees.  He spent countless hours trying to drill math facts into my head.  For an engineer to have a daughter who was totally inept at math- well - that had to be extremely frustrating.  I would stare at him like a deer in the headlights while he droned on and on and on about how 8 + 6 would always =14 or how X + 4 = 16.  Ugh…. He would literally poke his forefinger into my forehead and tell me to “THINK!!”  To this day I still have to THINK to figure out that 8 + 6 still equals 14 and believe me, I will NEVER use algebra.

Dad was always there to tell me I was pretty, even when I didn’t feel pretty.  Or to tell me that it wouldn’t matter in 10 years that I didn’t make the cheerleading squad.  When I totaled his car he never asked me how the heck I managed to “total his car!”  All he did was wrap his arms around me and tell me he was thankful I was ok. 

I’m a grown woman but I still ask his advice.  Sometimes I still tell my husband to “just call my dad” if we need help fixing something around the house.  Sometimes I still feel like my dad knows the answer to everything, you know?  He is one of the most influential people in my life.  I doubt I’ve ever told him that.  So I’m telling him now. 

There is a song that I particularly like called “Daddy’s Hands.”  It was written by Holly Dunn.  It’s a beautiful song and I’d like to share the words with you here.

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.

And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.

You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.

Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.

I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,

And patted my back, for something done right.

There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,

But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.

Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.

Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle

But I´ve come to understand.

There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working 'til they bled.

Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.

If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.

And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy's hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.

Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.

Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle

But I´ve come to understand.

There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

(written by Holly Dunn)

Happy Father's Day Dad!