Remember that time I begged you
to let me ride on the (riding) lawn mower with you
and, of course, I always had bare feet...
you finally sat me on your lap
and told me to steer
"...but don't put your foot here because it will cut you."
and so I put my foot there without realizing
and it cut my big toe?
Well, my big toe still remembers.
And do you remember that recipe
for "Dad's Secret Milk"
that you used to make?
You finally taught me how to make it
when I was a teenager
and I laughed because it was so simple.
Well, I made "Secret Milk" earlier this week for the first time in years
and it was as delicious as I remember. (True story.)
And I bet you'll never forget
watching your two beautiful daughters
(we must have been 3-5 years old)
"swimming" in mud puddles on the driveway
and running naked through the field
because, even though you and Mom taught us better,
somehow we inherited wild spirits.
Well, yeah, you remember this because you remind me
ALL.THE.TIME. and we always laugh about it.
(By the way, you shouldn't tell Hub such stories
because he finds them particularly humorous and often tells our friends.)
I love our memories, Dad, and I know we'll make many more.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
I love you all the way past the clouds.