As one might figure on this day devoted to the honoring and celebration of fathers, husbands, and all the stalwart men who make our lives wonderful, this is a tribute to my dad.
|In Austria, on the site where he proposed to my mom|
He took the brakes off my first pair of roller blades. I don't really know why, but I assume it was to teach me how to survive without them. So I grew up tough (not as tough as he was hoping, probably) and mean and comfortable with crashing into things. That's just the kind of dad he is.
He used to let me sip his beer when I was a curious toddler, enabling me to learn early on that beer tastes worse than some of the things I would find and consume in our garage. So that worked out.
He once sewed up my shirt using grass when I ripped it wide open after jumping from a swing set at the park. So I guess he's a seamstress, as well. And cares about his daughter's decency in public.
I'm lucky to call such a man Dad and I admire him a million times more than I let him know. He truly is a real man. Happy Father's Day to my dad and yours.