Today is father’s day, which mean we’ve spent the entire Sunday eating great food. First there was the truck stop by Arnprior, then we had a BBQ, and then there was a beautiful pavlova. So today’s post is going to be a short one. Really, a million things are happening right now here in the world of Bumpyboobs (i.e. my life) but I have a gag order placed on several of them. You’ll hear more about that later.
- Dad pulling a giant fish from the water – cursing like a sailor, and smiling like a fool.
- Dad making me sweet potato French fries after my chemotherapy, when I was so hungry and emotional, it was more than many men could tolerate.
- Stories after dinner, when he rolls back time and entertains us with something hilarious that happened in his childhood. Our narrative nature must come from his side of the family.
- Dad giving a speech on the day Zsolt and I were married, basically saying how proud he was, and holding back the tears.
- Dad as a hippy, which I’ve only witnessed through old photographs.
- Dad picking me up at 3 am in the middle of nowhere, after I had decided to go for a walk (let’s not worry as to why I was in the middle of nowhere at 3 am.) and not giving me shit until the next morning.
- Dad coming home from work when I was a little girl sick with a cold and saying, “It’s no fun being sick, eh kid?”
- Dad pushing me to go out to Jasper, Alberta for the summer. It was a completely amazing experience.
- Dad walking out of mass on Christmas, leading the entire line of people who’d just received communion, and then breaking down laughing when we realize this wasn’t the right way to go.
- Dad talking to me every other day during the chemotherapy via skype – taking my mind off all the crap with a little light conversation, and some funny stories to pass the time.
Even though he can sometimes drive me crazy, he’s been a great father. I guess we all drive each other crazy occasionally . . . what really matters, I reckon, is the polar moments – whether it’s shit hitting the fan, or all the good stuff happening at once, what really matters is that for those highs and lows, we support one another. It’s something to be counted on.
So happy father’s day. I hope your dad is as awesome as mine. Please do share your best dad moments if you have some. :)
See you later,
We bought an inflatable, two person KAYAK!!! More later. Let’s just say, I decided to finally realize that long-awaited chemo dream of paddling on the water.