Flashback Friday: Father's Day Edition

So, I don't know if y'all have noticed or not, but I am a huuuuge Daddy's girl. For as long as I can remember, my Dad has been my knight in shining armor. While growing up, nothing could ever harm me, as long as he was there.

I'll never forget when the 1989 earthquake hit San Fransisco, we lived in Hayward at the time. With one big rushing movement, my Dad came from out of nowhere and swooped me up from the chair where I sat and somehow gently tossed me into the rolling doorway, while at the same time, he turned around to catch the TV just before it hit the ground. ...and I was amazed. For being so little when it happened, I remember it as if I just got finished watching it in a video.

The memories that I have of my Dad are nothing less than heroic. Hes a far from perfect man, but somehow he managed to keep his imperfections out of my line of sight, another way of protecting me I'm sure (which I'm grateful for), and all of my memories of him are imprinted with his heart of hard earned gold.

I could tell you stories forever, if given the chance. I could go on and on about all of our adventures, all of our inside jokes, all of the everythings that I hold so near and dear to my heart. But- the more I re visit my memories, the more emotional I get. And unless I want to flood you all out with a sea of I-love-My-Daddy tears, I had maybe better just leave it at whats already been said.




I came across these pictures last week, when I was looking for something to scan. The backs of the photographs are unmarked- I have no idea as to where they were taken. My guess is, that I was right around 3 or 4 years old, though.

The pictures aren't very clear, they were taken from far away. But I love them.

I wish I could remember being there with him, as he tossed me through the air. I wish I could hear the 80's music and smell the sunblock. Usually, pictures like this trigger something for me, and bring it all back, but this time I just can't seem to find it. I have a sort of idea, a scene created by my imagination, of what it must have been like- and it makes me smile. I guess thats what photographs are for though, right? To help fill in the blanks?

This year, for Father's Day, I baked my Dad some chocolate espresso biscotti, boxed it up all pretty, wrote him a letter, and sent it off to Washington State, where hopefully he'll be able to enjoy it with a nice hot mug of coffee. I hear the weather there is still pretty dreary.

Actually, I had to do all of that twice. See, the first batch I made, sat packaged up in the 150 degree car for two days, because my husband was too lazy to take it to the post office for me like he promised- so I had to completely re bake it, re box it, and send it at the very last minute. But all is said and done now, and the chances of the biscotti still getting to my Dad on time are good. So, nobody got hurt, and hubby is forgiven (although if his brain continues to fail, I might have to sell that new motorcycle of his).

What are you doing for your Dad, this Father's Day?

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