This is my Dad, with me, on my wedding day
When I was a little girl, I remember the safety that I found in my daddy. He worked as a car salesman and would often work well past my bedtime. However, I was never able to sleep until he got home. My mom would tuck me in at my assigned bedtime and I would lay there....waiting. I would know it was getting close to the time he'd be home when the smell of fried chicken began to invade my room. I would get out of bed and stand by my window, lifting up the blind, and wait for his car to pull into his parking space. As soon as he came in, I would get back into bed and drift off to sleep because when he was home...all was right with the world. I told my dad about this around the time I got married. He was amazed! I think he felt loved to know I had done that all those years ago but was also astonished that he had never known.
Do you have special Daddy memories?
Happy Father's Day, Dad!