Here are the memories I have of my dad as a little girl. He once said he would never allow anything bad to happen to me and my siblings. He would be there to protect me from bad guys, a storm, whatever might come our way. We were in the car when he told me that, and I believed him and to me it was true and that was the comfort of my childhood. I remember him carrying me on his shoulders on long hikes in the mountains. I remember him commenting that I was growing more glamorous as I got older, and I thought that was an excellent compliment. I remember him playing Ray Charles on the piano, belting, "When You Walk," at the top of his voice and my whole family dancing in the living room together. He also played "Maybelline, Why Can't You Be True", "Poison Ivy," and "Just a Closer Walk with Thee."
My dad worked hard to support his family, and now that I have a family, I get it that he was tired and stressed out sometimes. And in my early twenties when I was trying to find my self confidence that had gone missing, I underwent psychoanalysis and here's why I am so glad I did. It stripped away the worries that somehow I was the cause of my dad's stress. It helped me find me, the person, as opposed to me, the daughter, and ever since then, this amazing person I call my dad has become a friend unlike any other. We share so many interests and loves, including my children, and he loves them the way he loved me, and watching him with them is like a soft fleecy blanket snuggle, a warm fireplace on a cold day. He amazes me every day the way he is with them, and the way they love him back. And I am so totally grateful for his presence in my life, I often burst into tears just thinking about how lucky I am. Dad, I'm pretty sure you're reading this, and I hope you know that all of the experiences we have together make my life richer and just plain better. And you are a damn good grandfather, an amazing dad, and a really really good person.
(Mom, you're pretty cool too, and your post is coming soon!)
Coffee today: I'm going to make some right now! I also had some at the grocery store in the cup, now that I think about it.
Cups and Bags Challenge: I'm guessing my mom used her cup today, so I'll say, we're up to $30! Hooray! If you use a reusable cup to buy a drink, let me know here, firstname.lastname@example.org, on my regular email, or on facebook and I'll donate a dollar to Bring Recycling.
Watercolor: I have two today. The second one is a collaboration between my dad and my son.