My Dad was a man who stashed cookies in his coat pocket and peppermints in his truck. Dad taught me where to find Saskatoon berries, to love animals and respect the land, to be fearless, drive a stick shift, read the sky, and to dance while standing on his shoes.
He taught me real men cry, adore their wives, tickle their children, and are playful, gentle & loyal.
My Dad was a man of few words .. his actions spoke volumes. He showed up!
So grateful for the memories of a kind & loving Dad. ~ Happy Father’s Day in Heaven.
Off to the mile-high city tomorrow; have a great week, peeps, and Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads!!