Sunday, June 17, 2012
On this Father's Day, it occurred to me just how blessed I am to have 2 fathers.
From one I inherited my hair color, the way my little toe curls in, my smile, actually pretty much my whole face. He bread into me my will and determination, my artistic abilities (which I sadly let fall by the wayside) and creativity, my wit and maybe my wild Irish temper.
From one I learned about pancake breakfasts, Sunday family dinners, being grounded, last minute road trips. He taught me about class and manners, though I may forget them after a drink or two, and encouraged my creativity and wit. He exposed me to theater from "What a Spot" to "A Chorus Line", and classical music. I actually picked the piece for the recession after our Wedding Mass because it was one of the first that I remembered listening to.