My sister and I visited with our Dad today. It’s Father’s Day. It sure was good to see him and I think he was pretty happy to visit with us, too.
I learned some great things from my Dad. I learned to love baseball. I learned to love nature. I learned to love to be out hiking or boating or to be IN nature.
And I learned to love road trips. I remember as a child in the backseat of the car, trying to read a book and my Dad admonishing me, “put the book away for now. It’s time to be looking out the window and see everything you can see.”
I admit, it took a few times before I caught on. When on a road trip, you go places you may never go again. Or even if you do go again, those places look different—all the time.
Every season has its expression from sun and blue skies to gray metal clouds and snow on the ground. Trees change their dress, too. From soft new green growth in the spring and deep greens in summer to vivid flames in the autumn to no clothes at all in winter. Even evergreen trees look dull in winter.
At any rate, I would never notice those things now if my Dad hadn’t pointed them out and taught me to appreciate what I see. Even if it’s whizzing by! And I do plenty of road trips these days!
I remember, too, being a little girl (with another sister) going hunting in winter with Dad. Getting up before the sun (I still don’t like getting up for the day when it’s still night outside!), we headed out to look for whatever Dad was looking for. His friend, Paul, came along. Neither of them got much hunting done because they spent a lot of time rubbing the cold feet of little girls by a fire. I don’t remember s’mores.
So, Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you.
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