There are three men, my husband, his dad and my own dad, whose role of 'FATHER' I am privileged to have front row seats for. Happy Father's Day to them each... and to those men who are like a dad, remind me of my dad or fulfill the role of dad in someone else's life... you make the world a better place to be.
I procrastinated putting my thoughts down by searching through my photo archives, hunting just the right picture, or trying to find that one specific memory to share, as if a photo could convey all the things I wish I knew how to say.
I do love pictures because I'm bad with words and even worse with big feelings.. photos allow you to see what it is I might be trying to convey...but there are limits, I know...they don't really do justice to the depth of an emotion...and then there's the problem of choosing just one photo... impossible.
But... I wanted to write here... I needed to... because if I'm bad with words and worse with feelings, I'm simply terrible at mailing things. As I try to share my appreciation on this Father's Day afternoon, for these men and the roles they play in our lives, I do so as two yet-to-be-mailed Father's Day cards watch accusingly from the shelf across the room... the unmailed cards to Papa B and Papa C... and from a notebook in the other room, Papa C's card from last year is quietly weeping at my lack of organization.
And yet, they love me still.
That is why we pay tribute.
Let's start with Papa B. As the man behind my man, there are many ways Charlie Brewer's impression has been left on the father of my children and my family. He's a champion of higher learning and a cheerleader for the pursuit of furthered education. We tip our hat to him for Little League, Golf and Going Back To College.
I have always found the specific tenderness Charlie has for his pets an endearing quality and
Quick with a kind word about my own dad, or with a sincere inquiry after my family's well being, Charlie makes conversation that puts me at ease.
Whenever we are together, we can always find common ground over our last great read or recipe. We are also both fans of pie.
No, it isn't the typical Father's Day photo of a father with his children... here's one of those, if you're in the market;
but it's a picture of who he is...what makes him a good man and in turn, a good father. That's my grandfather he's helping out the door... my dad's dad
I procrastinated putting my thoughts down by searching through my photo archives, hunting just the right picture, or trying to find that one specific memory to share, as if a photo could convey all the things I wish I knew how to say.
I do love pictures because I'm bad with words and even worse with big feelings.. photos allow you to see what it is I might be trying to convey...but there are limits, I know...they don't really do justice to the depth of an emotion...and then there's the problem of choosing just one photo... impossible.
But... I wanted to write here... I needed to... because if I'm bad with words and worse with feelings, I'm simply terrible at mailing things. As I try to share my appreciation on this Father's Day afternoon, for these men and the roles they play in our lives, I do so as two yet-to-be-mailed Father's Day cards watch accusingly from the shelf across the room... the unmailed cards to Papa B and Papa C... and from a notebook in the other room, Papa C's card from last year is quietly weeping at my lack of organization.
And yet, they love me still.
That is why we pay tribute.
Let's start with Papa B. As the man behind my man, there are many ways Charlie Brewer's impression has been left on the father of my children and my family. He's a champion of higher learning and a cheerleader for the pursuit of furthered education. We tip our hat to him for Little League, Golf and Going Back To College.
I have always found the specific tenderness Charlie has for his pets an endearing quality and
Quick with a kind word about my own dad, or with a sincere inquiry after my family's well being, Charlie makes conversation that puts me at ease.
Whenever we are together, we can always find common ground over our last great read or recipe. We are also both fans of pie.
No, it isn't the typical Father's Day photo of a father with his children... here's one of those, if you're in the market;
but it's a picture of who he is...what makes him a good man and in turn, a good father. That's my grandfather he's helping out the door... my dad's dad
