With Father's Day upon us, we take time to think about our fathers and pay tribute to them. This year is my 23rd Father's Day without my father here with me. I've been thinking a lot about him this last week and wanted to write down some memories.
My favorite has to be the "high-yas". When dad would come home from work, he would throw us up in the air and say, "HIGH-YA!". We looked forward to that everyday. But before the "high-ya", there was always a kiss for our mom. Just something little, but I remember.
I remember crawling in bed with him on Saturday mornings. He always sucked his sheets. I wonder if that's because grandma wouldn't let him suck his thumb. I'll have to ask him that. We wanted to suck his sheets too but it was never allowed. We settled fir sucking on our hair. Our mom put an end to that by cutitng our hair short.
I remember the pumpkin ice cream. My dad got a deal on it so there was tons of it and it wasn't very good. While most dads say, "If you don't eat your dinner, you won't get any ice cream." Our dad said, "If you don't eat your dinner, you'll have to eat the pumpkin ice cream."
I remember reading his missionary journal when I got home from my mission. I don't really know who or what he taught, but I do know almost everything he ate while in France. He kept a very detailed account.
Happy Father's Day Dad! I love you and miss you. I can't wait until we're together again!