I’ve been mad at my Dad for most of my life because of the mistakes he made. And he made plenty. Bad ones.
But now I just wish he was still alive so I could tell him that I’ve made my own mistakes. I finally know for myself how hard it is, and I have forgiven him, and it’s all just love and respect now.
Most days I think I’m a pretty good Dad. And — good or bad — I am who I am because of him. So my successes are his legacy. So… thank you, Dad, for everything.
Happy Fathers Day.
I had a sincere conversation with My Oldest Girl yesterday about the science behind Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. She thinks it is really cool. I think I’m going to cry I’m so happy to be having such conversations with my child.
My mom’s surgery went well and should relieve some of the pain.
Sitting at the restaurant for lunch today and My Oldest Girl says “Dad, your shirt is on wrong side out and backwards.” And it was. Oops.
I guess I’ve been pretty distracted lately. More than I realized.
I hugged the girl and went to the restroom to correct my shirt. There wasn’t much else to do.
