In remembrance of my Dad.
The very first erlick to imprint my life was my Dad (erlick means man in this context for those of you new to the lingo!).
Thirty one Father’s Days have come and gone – it seems like a lifetime- yet sometimes it seems like yesterday since I was in my favorite card shop searching for the perfect Father’s Day card for my Dad.
I used to buy my cards early when the Father section was over flowing with great options. I looked forward to sorting through the cutesie, gushy, silly, and fluffy ones to find card that read my heart.
Today, I find my eyes wet as I stare at a young girl in the “Father” section. I long to reach for that perfect Daddy card, but instead, I reach for the look. That wonderful nourishing, loving look my father would have when I walked in the room. That sparkle in his eyes that always made me giggle with delight as he nurtured me with joy, confidence and his sweet pride.
I wish I could bottle that look, that way I could drink it in each day. Thanks to my hormone therapy, I can still remember it as if it was yesterday!
Happy Fathers Day Daddy!
