Happy Father’s Day to all the wonderful dads in the world! I miss you today, father! I hope you enjoy the day, and I hope you enjoy this excerpt from my newspaper column this week! Read the full column here.
P.S, Thanks to a little girl named Sonora Smart Dodd, Father’s Day is celebrating its 100th birthday this year! xoxo
The task of find the “perfect” card for my father always proved to be a rather difficult one.
You see, my father wasn’t the typical father. Maybe all daughters say that at some point in their lives, but my father was, well, my father. None of the cards ever seemed to suit him well. They always seemed so stereotypical. The covers usually depicted a variation of some common themes.
There were the sports card, showing a father and child bonding over a game of baseball. Or there were the cards with some long poetic prose on the cover that I could never picture my 12-year-old self buying. Truthfully – and I mean this with the utmost love and respect for my deceased father – I almost felt more comfortable buying a card for him with a more feminine feel to it.
He was, after all, a man very in touch with his emotions. If he wanted to say something, he said it. No waiting. No hesitating. He just spoke.