Savvy Entertaining

Why I have a mouth full of fillings...

See that basket full of candy? My Dad brought it to me last month when he and my mom came to visit for Mother’s Day.

Every single piece of tooth-decaying sweetness is something my Dad and I shared many times when I was growing up. You can read about  those adventures here.

I was impressed he not only brought me the candy, but that at 79-years-young he artfully arranged them himself. Not bad for a retired farmer!

My Dad - showing off his boots. Notice the hat cocked to one side. He still wears his hat like that. If I wore a hat, pretty sure I'd do the same thing. That's why Hubby doesn't let me have one.

As we celebrate Father’s Day this weekend, I wanted to say thank you to my daddy. There are so many things he taught me and so very many good memories I have of him. Summertime and my dad just go hand-in-hand. It was one of his busiest times on the farm, but also when I got to spend the most time with him.

I also have my dad to thank for making me an unrelenting optimist. Things will always look better tomorrow, something exciting is always coming around the corner and what’s the best that can happen? That is definitely from my dad.

My dad can also be given credit for the weird way I walk when I’m in a hurry. Catching a glimpse of myself in a store window the other day was not only an abrupt realization that I should never walk in a hurry, but that I walk just like my dad (which, to clarify, is great for a guy, not so great for a girl wearing platform espadrilles).

He can also take credit for my bizarre sense of humor, my love of stories, my sometimes strange fashion sense, my completely odd fascination with family history and my inability to eat spicy foods.

Then there is the sweet tooth issue. That is from my dad. He never met a dessert he didn’t like. He has been known to say that he only likes two kinds of pie: hot and cold.  It is true. Unlike Hubby, my dad will eat just about anything (minus the spicy food). But sweets are always high on the list. So thanks, Dad, for all the cavities – and all the great sweets I wouldn’t have had even during the no-chocolate years.

Thanks, Dad, for being a great father, for creating all the wonderful memories I have of you and fun times we spent together, for living a good life and for staying young-at-heart. You are the best!

Love ya!

Your “Sweet” Daughter