This year...oh, this year...it's even more complicated. I have a father again. And it's weird.
I just went out to the store a little bit ago and bought a card for him. Except I froze in the aisle. Much the way I freeze picking out a Mother's Day card for my n-mom.
"Happy Father's Day, Dad"
"I love you Daddy"
"You were the best dad while I was growing up..."
I ended up turning my back on those cards...feeling incredibly awkward. I picked out one of those sappy generic cards with a ton of writing on them.
Because I trust you all, I'm going to quote the card...it was written by Cheryl Hawkinson.
I wish you were within hugging distance.
I wish you were right here face to face,
and that we were laughing and talking
about anything and everything
that comes into our heads.
I know there are many ways
to keep in touch these days,
and I am thankful for all of them,
but what I wouldn't give
to have you
in the same room as me.
But I can still imagine it, of course,
and that's what I'm doing right now.
I'm smiling to think about
how much you mean to me,
how lucky I am
to have you in my life...
and I'm hugging you in my heart.
Are you all vomiting from the sappiness yet? What do you think?
I'm focusing on this more than I probably should...but it's keeping me from thinking about the fact that Father's Day is also the day I entered the world almost *gulp* 29 plus 8 years ago...the day I became lost.