Friday, June 20, 2008

Father’s Day

I had big plans to write a long post about my special Father's Day, but I have a small problem: my memory ain't what it used to be. Although several New Years resolutions have been made, I still don't carry around that notebook to record those cute little moments, nor do I used the digital hand-held tape recorder my wife gave me two years ago that I swore I would always have at my side. So I have to rely on this rusty bucket called my head that retains memories like a strainer holds water.

The day was about the little things. No big presents or grand gestures of love. Nope. But lots of little ones.

The store bought card (pictured) from Jackson was perfect. At a glance it might seem that he picked a card off the shelf at random, but far from it. I like to sit on the diving board of our swimming pool, feet dangling in the deep end, while I play and sing to the kids while they splash around at the other end. When Jackson was a only three or four, I would play a little as he went to sleep. I've never considered him a fan, and I've never gotten a request, so this card is nothing short of perfection. Gee, you're great Pa! Now can I have some money? Look out world; he's one smart kid.

From my wife the card said simply: Sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am to be sharing my life with you. Sue me, but I got a little choked up. It's official. I'm getting old.

One of the highlights of my day, besides sleeping in and playing Call of Duty while the wife was doing yard work, was my little Emmett sneaking up behind me while I was sitting at my desk. Buck naked—as usual. He lifted his left arm and pointed at his arm pit with his right index finger. "See, daddy? I'm growing some fuzz." And for the record, not even close!

I'll end this with something Jackson did for me in his second grade class. The paper is titled, "Top 10 Reasons Why I Love My Dad." Each of the top ten was started for him with a blank underlined portion for him to fill out, similar to the concept of a Mad-Lib. Here is what he wrote:

10. I love my Dad because he reads me stories.

9. I love my Dad because he helps me do my homework.

8. I love my Dad when he makes me laugh by when he says jokes. And tickles me.

7. I love my Dad because he taught me how to read.

6. I love to hear my Dad sing everything.

5. I love my Dad because he finds time to play with me.

4. I know my Dad cares because he is my father.

3. I know my Dad is smart because he is my daddyo. ( I read this out loud originally as "he is my daddy, yo!)

2. I love my Dad because he works so hard at work.

1. I love my Dad because he's the BEST DAD EVER! (Ok, this line was preprinted as is, but I'll take it anyway)

10 comments:

Tera said...

Oh how fantastic! I feel tears welling up!

Nina said...

Awe! That's sweet, Scott!! We had a pretty laid back Father's Day over here too. My husband stayed in bed until about 2pm!!(he works nights)

jason evans said...

A blessed father's day. I know you enjoyed it.

magnetbabe said...

Lest there was any doubt he is yours, exhibit A: Daddyo. Awesome.

Kathleen said...

That is so sweet. I wish I had had a Dad like you.

Dixie Belle said...

I loved this post. It is so good to know you are a great dad. There are few too many of them. My son called me on Father's Day and wished me a happy day. If that tells you anything.

The Zombieslayer said...

It's your profession. You forget stuff because you're thinking all day long and your brain is pre-occupied with fixing stuff, so by the time you get to your personal stuff, you forget what you have to do.

Your noggin probably works just fine. It's just full.

Beth said...

Awww, you and the boys. I just love it. How hilarious he runs around buck naked. I did that as a girl too! Haha.

Scott, I asked you a comment on my blog as well because I wasn't sure what you meant. I hope it was the "insight" guess I had about it!

Alan said...

You just fill my heart with every mention of your family Scott, but this one nearly did me in. Good thing I'm at work where there's someone else in the office.

Scott, what am I going to do with you? You're too great for even me sometimes...

mr. schprock said...

I had a nice Father's Day too, only it was a little different. For starts, I got a card from Daughter Number 2 addressed to "Homegirl." Never quite got teary-eyed.