I should be in Canada today, celebrating Father's Day the only way my family knows how to celebrate anything - by eating lots and lots of meat. (Seriously. It's definitely more meat than you can imagine.)
Before you ask, no that handsome young man in the photo isn't one of my brothers - he's my dad, and he's great. Look at him bravely smiling in the airport as though his daughter isn't about to move across the ocean.
My dad is generous and brilliant and funny and in a culture that doesn't make much time for family he dotes on his kids and speaks about his wife with absolute reverence. And he's coming to see me for my birthday on Tuesday so we can paint Paris red.
Happy Father's Day, dad.
*As for the title, it comes from this e.e. cummings poem that I read for the first time last night, and then also for the nineteenth time last night.
This is a beautiful tribute to your dad. Well done.
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ReplyDeleteoh! that was me! logging in as ben. and a happy birthday to you too in case i can't get near the internet over the next couple of days, which is entirely likely. is it bad form to say happy birthday on your blog comments? aw shucks. see you soon. xo a.
ReplyDeleteAll us girls need the unconditional love of our Dads - glad you have it - and know it too...
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