Happy Father’s Day!

This post is dedicated to my Dad, aka The Farmer.   What can I say?  I have been Blessed to have the BEST Dad on the earth.  Of coarse everyone thinks that their Dad is tops, and rightly so.

For me, My Dad is something.  My Dad has raised me from birth, by himself, at times.  He did the best he could with what he had.  That’s not to say my Beloved Grandma B. did not step up at times, nor my Aunt Sara too.

Sometimes, I put myself in his shoes, and I’d just like to say, he tried, very hard.  I guess it was a plus, I was more of a tomboy, than a “girlie girl”.  I mean seriously, when you are growing up, and have “girl” things happen and are mortified, because you think you are dying, and your Dad sucks it up and “explains” about how you are now becoming a woman.   It must have been uncomfortable for him, I’m sure.

My Dad has ALWAYS been there for me.  There were times when I was growing up, I thought we were not normal, because it was just him and I.  Most families I knew, had a Mama and a Dad, I just had a Dad.    I learned early, how to cook, because..well, while Dad CAN cook, it wasn’t always pleasant.  I learned how to clean house and also to do laundry, and we had a great relationship.  He was ALWAYS my Dad and would not hesitate to kick my butt if I needed it.  Although to be truthful, IF I turned on the water works when he went for his belt, I didn’t get my butt smacked.

My Dad was the first person I would turn to if I was in trouble, and he always came through.    When I finally did leave home, and thanks be to the heavens, because when I left, I had racked up about a $500. phone bill, and when he got the bill, I could hear him screaming my name.

But, I have to be honest here, I was the perfect child.  (smirk).  Okay, who fell for that one?

In my later years, my Dad is not only my Dad, he is my best friend.  With the passing of years, we are more friends than I ever thought possible.  While we are drawn to each other helping my Momma Annie, we both have the same thoughts. And the funny thing is, somewhere along the line, while he still takes care of me, I can also take care of him.

It’s like a circle.  Growing up, I did the laundry and the cooking and the cleaning, and now, I do the cooking and the laundry and the cleaning.  hehehe.  I also have some power.  Dad has had his John Deere privileges taken away after creaming the garage door not once but twice now.   I promised I would not bust him out, and while I have not said exactly what happened, I still kept my promise.  But the garage door is toast…..

There are just to many things I could say, but the biggest one, is I love my Dad to the moon and back.

So I will say this, to the Farmer, Thank you for my life, thank you for giving me life, thank you for being a major part of my life, and thank you for being my friend and Dad.    While I don’t always agree with you and we may get into some “scuffles” over our difference of opinions, you are and always will be my best friend, My Dad.  Happy Father’s Day Dad.

And to all the other Dad’s out there, Happy Father’s Day to you too.  To my Electrician, you are a wonderful Dad, and Happy Father’s Day to you too.

 

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