Today my dad turns 60.
He is a wonderful father and grandfather.
He isn’t one for saying the words, but his actions and warm hugs have always spoken loud and clear.
My parents divorced when I was about 2 so I spent every second weekend, summer and other important holidays with him and my step mom. He worked a lot and I often wished I could spend more time together. I relished the days I could skip day camp and tag along with him at his work. Sometimes I would hold the horses for him, sometimes I would read in the truck, sometimes I explored the farms, but I always loved watching him work; a true craftsman. I loved the nights he was left to his own devices to make supper (it was always Pop Shoppe sausage and fried potatoes).
After insanely long days of shoeing horses he would always be sure to come to my room to say hello and goodnight; the scent of burnt hoof and barn still heavy on his clothing. I remember him drilling a hole into a golf ball because we were curious as to what was in the middle. I remember all sorts of dumb little ideas I had that he would help me with without even batting an eyelash. I remember him teaching me how to drive the tractor and, by some stroke of luck, I changed gears “on the fly” and he was impressed. He is always busy with working and farming, some might even say a workaholic, but he always has and had time to teach me things and to be curious together. He has taught me that anything is possible, or at least worth exploration, and to go against the grain no matter how unpopular it may be. He is the kind of parent I want to be.
He never gave up on me when it may have been less painful to do so.
And now we make up for lost time.
Happy 60th Birthday Daddy.
We love you.
go gently + be wonderful