Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there. I love having this opportunity to write about the first man I ever loved.
He’s gone now, which is still hard for me to believe. Lots of times I have a question that I think only he can answer. And for a split second I almost reach for the phone.
Daddy’s spirit still lives on in how I view the world and how I interact with those around me.
He was the first man I ever trusted.
Daddy’s humility helped me to understand what is really important in life.
Daddy’s courage fueled me with tenacity. His confidence in me as a little girl was just what I needed. Under his watchful eye, I explored the world more freely because he was there.
When I met the man I would eventually marry, I felt an immediate connection to him after learning he had a passion for cars and loved to drive them fast. Somewhere in my subconscience, I was looking for things he had in common with my Daddy.
As a kid, we spent a lot of our weekends at race tracks or impromptu races with other “fast cars” on country back roads.
My brothers and I stood for millions of hours huddled around hot rods with the hoods raised discussing the finer points of carburetors, the love hate relationship with fuel injectors, small blocks vs. big blocks and high-performance transmissions.
Let’s not forget shiny valve covers.
The shinier the better.
When I was a little girl, my goal in life was to rebuild a carburetor faster than a boy blind-folded. Just like Daisy did in one episode of Dukes of Hazzard.
Yes, these are all influences from the first man I ever loved.
There’s only one person I know who perfected the freezing time for soda to achieve just the right icy consistency to have small flakes of ice without loosing the bubbles while taking care not to burst the bottle.
Yes, only my Daddy, with his eye for precision could pull off such a maneuver. And he did it well.
Every detail was important.
Style/shape of the bottle, placement in the freezer, other foods that surrounded the bottle while sitting on the shelf. Yes, these were all very important factors to obtaining just the right amount of slush and fizz.
I expect nothing less from the man who made seamless walls of pattern with paper and paste.
My husband has two temperatures: hot and cold.
“Oh, you painted the laundry room RED? While I was at work? What color was it before?”
The hub brings a whole lot of patience to the party which comes in very handy with
me little kids around.
One of The Hub’s greatest qualities is his loyalty to friends and family. His favorite saying is, “well, they are family!” He is the most thoughtful person I know and there is no end to his generosity toward our friends and family.
Yes, I got really lucky when I crossed paths with my hubby back in 1998.
The Hub is one of those new-agey Dads, if you wanna call him that. He is very involved with our girls, which I love about him.
On any given weekend morning, you are sure to find The Hub making pancake creations for the young’uns.
Or popcorn art.
Or Hubby Cake.
And remember when I mentioned something about the young’uns playing in the rain?
That was another fun activity up his sleeve that I never would have thought about doing!
As I write this, The Hub is at the park with the young’uns emailing me pictures of them swinging, sliding, climbing and laughing.
Happy Father’s Day, Sweetie. Me and the girls love you bunches!
In his memory, I’m gonna take (The Hub’s) fast car out for a spin. And pray I don’t get a ticket.
Denise. The name I was given by my Daddy because (as he put it) it was the prettiest name in the book.
P.S. The recipe for perfect slush soda: 11.5 minutes, middle shelf, classic plastic Coke bottle shape. Not too crowded, please. YMMV.
The two greatest men I have ever known.