A Hug from my Dad

I haven’t seen my dad in about 3 months, but tomorrow I’ll be going down to visit him and I can’t wait! I’m like my mother, pretty self-sufficient, and time can get away from me so fast! I’m always approaching the calendar with surprise, and a trip to see my parents is long overdue. So today, with all the Father’s Day festivities, I’d like to share a special childhood memory, probably my favourite.

We lived in the country, and took the bus to school. I think I was in grade one, and I remember it was late spring because the bus was too warm and the sun was hurting my eyes. I was being jostled by the rough road as the bus neared our stop, my book bag hooked on one shoulder and a piece of paper crumpled and clutched in one of my hands, and then suddenly it was time to get off the bus. The reason I think I was in grade one is because I remember checking for my big sister Pauline, behind me, but my younger sister Joan was already home because she was picked up at lunch still.

We got off the bus and my parents were out front, I could see them up the long driveway. Mom was on the porch feeding a baby (who knows which one that was!) and Dad was in the yard, with saw horses set up and he had his tools out. To me, he just suddenly looked so tall, so handsome! Like he was the strongest man in the world. I remember this burst inside of my little chest and suddenly I was running up the drive towards him, yelling “Daddy, Daddy!” Waving the paper over my head, “I got an A!!!”

And you know, he didn’t even hesitate. He dropped those tools and turned to me and running forward he swooped me high into the air with the biggest hug ever; One that was just for me. “I’m so proud of you”, he said, spinning me around. And the sun was so bright, with my eyes closed and my small arms around his neck… and I was so safe and so loved. It might have lasted 5 seconds, but his words and that hug were stamped on my heart for life.

This tiny moment, in the life of a 6-year-old girl, still works its magic on my heart. It was, and is still, one of the happiest moments of my life. Happy Fathers Day, Daddy. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. ❤ ❤ <3.

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1 Comment

  1. Beautiful story. As a little girl I remember hearing Loretta Lynn sing “They Don’t Make Them Like My Daddy Anymore”. and thought it was about my daddy. Still think this when I hear the song.

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