First of all, to all you dads out there, “Happy Father's Day!”
I hope you get to spend time with your sons and daughters this weekend. Time is really the greatest gift that we give to family.
I feel so blessed that my dad is my dad. Corny, right? But it’s the truth.
For the first time in my life, he is my only surviving parent. He’s 83 years old now and that means that every visit has more meaning.
We just had him meet us for a weekend out of town. The reason for the visit was to watch his grandson play baseball, but it turned out to be so much more.
We were able to stay at a friend's house which allowed us to spread out and be a family! That meant a kitchen where I got to cook my dad the only thing I’m good at cooking: An awesome breakfast!
We also got our competitive juices going with not one, but about 10 games of Tile Rummy!
While I loved the above, I believe the real beauty of this last visit was just being with my dad and the warm feeling of being by his side.
It was "the time" that we spent together.
When we sat in the stands together at the ballgame, I had flashbacks of me as a little girl and my dad taking me to watch the Portland Beavers.
When my father asked if I slept okay, it took me back to my childhood when I would sit on the side of the bathtub in the morning and watch him shave.
Like I said, I feel very blessed to have this man as my father. I'm very blessed that he's here so we can "spend time" together. Happy Father's Day Dad!