This post is officially late. The day and weekend have gotten away from me. But I've been thinking about a father's day post alllll weekend, so figured better late than never.
See that guy with the mustache and dapper suit vest? That's my young professional dad. I happen to think that he looked really nice with a mustache.
See that goofy half-head? The one with the vaguely green complexion? That's me.
You know what they say: like father, like daughter. Something like that... :)
My dad was kind, generous, extremely hard working, and always up for an adventure.
When I was a sophomore in high school, my family went on a vacation to Paris. We each got to choose at least one thing that we really wanted to do. I chose Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum. Both mom and dad were less than enthused. Once we got in the door, though, it was a blast. Those figures are realllly realistic. Dad spotted some empty floor space, sort of in a corner and out of the way. He ambled over and stood absolutely still. Sure enough, a couple girls came over to investigate this wax figure. They totally freaked when, after a second, he shifted his eyes towards them. Of course mom and I were doubled over with laughter close by. Classic dad.
Today, and tomorrow, and every day I celebrate the memory of my dad. For those of you lucky enough to still have your dad in your life—whether he is down the hall, down the street, or across the country—I hope you take the time to share your time. Steal a bear hug. Send a post card. Bake a cake. Make memories. And if you need a good laugh, convince a stranger that you're made of wax.