These are the two most important men in my life. Stephen and my dad (it should be obvious which one is which).
Sunday is father’s day. According to the commericals I start to see around father’s day every year, what my dad wants is
a) a tie
b) an electric razor
c) a phone
d) golf stuff
e) tasteless ugly clothing from Sears or something
But my father
a) doesn’t wear ties and doesn’t really know how to tie one very well anyway
b) has a razor, and giving a guy a razor as a present make you the biggest douchebag ever
c) has a phone and always leaves it in the car and can’t remember his voicemail password
d) doesn’t play golf
e) is tall and thin and hard to shop for, and a pair of fugly ass jean shorts just doesn’t say “I love you and appreciate all the sacrifices you’ve made so I could have the opportunities I’ve had”, despite what the commercials say.
My dad is a rocket scientist (seriously) and a drummer- he’s brilliant but forgetful, practical and systematic, and he has a dark sense of humor. He doesn’t like organized sports, hence my superbowl post, but I got my passion for hiking and skiing and being in the mountains from him.
He can always depend on a bar or two of dark chocolate for birthdays, christmas, etc. He eats this chocolate bar piece by tiny piece over a period of a few weeks and if you take even a secret nibble of his precious chocolate he’ll notice. But chocolate doesn’t seem like quite enough this year.
I suppose I’m reaching an age where I can be friends with my dad. I’m finding out about all the things he did for our family that went unnoticed in my childhood ignorance. I’m enjoying his company even more. He’s an honorable, faithful man who’s always provided for me, loved me, and encouraged me. He and I are very close and we have a great relationship, but we didn’t used to. The healing and restoration God had done between us is beyond words. How can a chocolate bar convey that?