I am sitting in a diner in Anacortes, Washington called Dad's Diner a Go Go (which I highly recommend) and there are pictures of dads covering all of the walls: sailor dads, horseman dads, military dads, silly dads, family dads, car dads and more.
I sit here and contemplate my dad and the portrait I hold of him in my heart.
A sauve ladies man is he and an orthodonist, leaning over kid's mouths, making them feel safe and special, and then fine wine and cooking used to make the ladies feel special in a whole different way.
He is easy to sit with on the couch. No pressure or expectations or need to fill the air, just good company and most likely a game on the tv or jazz on the stereo. He loves unique blends of music, a connessuer of sounds, he spins records and drops names of the greats.
He passes through phases of hobbies from sailing to remote control planes, to the arts center, cooking and more: diving in, engaging with, and becoming an expert. And now he travels around the world to places far and wide. At seventy, his adventures began and he has inspired me to re-look at time.
Modeling love as he loves his wife Jane. Ying and yang that somehow works through gentle touches and lots of patience. A dapper man is he in red socks and bow ties, round framed glasses and sometimes sporting suspenders. He is the man on the scene. Confident and daring in himself.
He is there if you need him, but never overbearing. Near enough to catch a fall, but allowing for those large and crazy jumps to happen. At times this man was distant and sometimes close, but I was always held in his heart. Not as daddy's little girl or some idealized fairy tale notion, but a real guy allowing love to flow to me, his daughter, ever striving to be. He wasn't in the house as I grew up, but he is an important part of this place I call home.
The portrait of my eclectic and suave father hangs on a hook in my heart, red socks peeking out from under his pant cuffs and a wry smile on his face. I look around at the faces on the wall in the diner and feel blessed as I peruse my portrait inside, my dad is in good company here and I am lucky to call him my dad
I sit here and contemplate my dad and the portrait I hold of him in my heart.
A sauve ladies man is he and an orthodonist, leaning over kid's mouths, making them feel safe and special, and then fine wine and cooking used to make the ladies feel special in a whole different way.
He is easy to sit with on the couch. No pressure or expectations or need to fill the air, just good company and most likely a game on the tv or jazz on the stereo. He loves unique blends of music, a connessuer of sounds, he spins records and drops names of the greats.
He passes through phases of hobbies from sailing to remote control planes, to the arts center, cooking and more: diving in, engaging with, and becoming an expert. And now he travels around the world to places far and wide. At seventy, his adventures began and he has inspired me to re-look at time.
Modeling love as he loves his wife Jane. Ying and yang that somehow works through gentle touches and lots of patience. A dapper man is he in red socks and bow ties, round framed glasses and sometimes sporting suspenders. He is the man on the scene. Confident and daring in himself.
He is there if you need him, but never overbearing. Near enough to catch a fall, but allowing for those large and crazy jumps to happen. At times this man was distant and sometimes close, but I was always held in his heart. Not as daddy's little girl or some idealized fairy tale notion, but a real guy allowing love to flow to me, his daughter, ever striving to be. He wasn't in the house as I grew up, but he is an important part of this place I call home.
The portrait of my eclectic and suave father hangs on a hook in my heart, red socks peeking out from under his pant cuffs and a wry smile on his face. I look around at the faces on the wall in the diner and feel blessed as I peruse my portrait inside, my dad is in good company here and I am lucky to call him my dad
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