It’s father’s day…and I wish I had some wisdom to share with you from my father, but I have only read things about his great journalism, his story telling, his height, his logging trips and lunches of vienna sausage, people finding his school id in desks, etc. I have been told more times than I can count, that I am my father. I am definitely my mother’s daughter, but I am the spitting image, that I act like him, I definitely have his legs, his really wide feet, his really fat fingers. Sometimes I find myself staring at my hands and feet thinking, they hold a key, something to unlock that which is my father. I guess I got tired of staring one day, so I tattooed my foot. I guess now I feel like he’s in every step I take.
What I do know…my mom stepped up like a champ.
She inspires. She dries my tears. She is my best friend. She has given me lots of wisdom. Advice on a long and happy marriage. I have spoken many a times about my mom….she is above all else, my paper rainbow. So in every step I take my daddy’s there, but I only stand tall because of my mom.
So Happy Father’s Day to all….the awesome dad’s and the mom’s who stepped in.
lifetimes of paper rainbows…W