I've always loved them. always. always able to see them [these days]? No. But back in the 80's? yes. from a trampoline in Glendale, AZ? yes.
I spent a lot of time outside on that trampoline. [broke a lot of bones on that #@&%~`!# thing too]. great conversations happened on that trampoline. everything from spying on "happy" [eldest sister] with one of her 86 boyfriends to breaking up with one of my boyfriends [I wasn't supposed to even have] to having my dad swear [not literally] up and down that "your arm is NOT broken!". It was.
my favorite though . . .
when I was out there with my Mom at a very early age [this is from my baby book NOT my memory] and she said, "Emily, don't you wish you could reach up and touch the stars?". I said, "I can, I can just stand on the roof.". She then explained how that was good but not quite high enough. To which I replied, "I'll just stand on Daddy's shoulder's then."
roof = not high enough
Dad's shoulders = I've got the stars in my hand.
So many things to me . . .
my go-to for advice [that I need to seek more of]
my comic relief
my favorite email
my biggest cheerleader
my loudest fan
my favorite TV yeller
my favorite Laker hater
my cooking [desserts] tester
my daughter's hero
my stock broker [sorry Pita, he takes less risk with my portfolio] ;)
my "Obama" news reporter
my husband's best example of what a father was supposed to be like
my best blog stalker [comment? what?]
I love you Dad.
Happy Father's Day.