Father’s Day

There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994

How does one describe the love they have for their father?

I don’t think you can.  It just is.  rock solid, unwavering – even when you are angry, even when you dislike him, even when you think you hate him – the love is always there.

He is the first man in every girl’s life, he is the one we use as our yardstick to measure all others.

My dad and I…

We don’t talk much.

I see him a lot but we don’t actually have many conversations.  Not a whole lot in common, I guess.  And he’s never been much of a talker with me.

Luckily…

I guess we don’t need all that.

The love is there, shining and bright and enough to bring a smile to my face every time I look at him.

He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland