Happy Father’s Day to my precious dad. He was charming, but humble and unassuming. He “spanked” me, only once. I was about six; my two sisters and I shared a bed. It was late. And we were still awake and making noise. Dad came down the stairs and told us to be quiet and go to sleep. Then, he slapped each of our little butts, padded with covers, one time. A few minutes later, he came back. He managed two tender words, “I’m sorry.” That memory, however brief, exemplifies my dad. Before I knew what “unconditional love” meant, he demonstrated it. And I am so grateful that as I grew older he visited me for one-on-one time. Unlike the home I grew up in with six kids, mine was peaceful and quiet.
You are forever in my heart, Dad, and in my skin, my strong arms, my smirk. Every day, I feel your presence. Every day, I love you. You know I do. 💞Jan-Jan