I’m lucky enough to get to spend this Father’s Day weekend with my Dad. Quite honestly, moving me into my new apartment is not the ideal “Daddy’s Weekend,” but with the patience of a Saint and a heart full of gold, I know he’ll be lifting couches and loading the moving truck with a smile on his face. Testing his strength and patience is part of the reason he had a daughter, right? So he could move hundreds of pounds of furniture down three flights of stairs? Hmm… I’m one lucky girl.
Aren’t we all lucky? Whether your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or whoever may have raised you live near or far, have already passed, or maybe even sleep in the room next door, as twenty-somethings, we certainly owe them a great big thank you, don’t we? They gave (and still give) their lives to us. They’ve shaped us into the young adults that we’ve become. Sure, we’ve failed. But they still love us. Money, sweat, and maybe even some blood and tears… How did they put up with us for twenty plus years?
I’ve seen more than a few Hallmark cards with the following quote:
“A daddy is a man who has photos in his wallet where his money used to be.”
Pretty fitting for my moving-weekend/Father’s Day weekend, if I do say so myself. And as some of you will surely agree, there’s not enough room in the entire blogosphere to thank those who raised us, saved us, taught us, and loved us.
I’m the spitting image of my mom, but a daddy’s girl at heart. What about you? Whether you’re celebrating Father’s Day this weekend or not, there’s no better time than the present to thank those who have made a difference in our lives. Right?