It’s my special honor to post our son’s gift of honor and respect given to his dad on this Father’s Day. Thank you Dean for using your words so well. And thank you for the dad you’ve become.
Our hands tell the story of our lives. As most of us age and look at our hands, we see wrinkles, spots, scars, and realize that we are getting old. I realized a short time ago while looking at my hands that mine are starting to look like my father’s hands! (Yes, exclamation point!)
I have admired my father’s hands for as long as I can remember. Those hands held mine, picked me up, taught me right from wrong, showed me how to fix EVERYTHING, shook strong, hugged long and wrote notes with the most clear, nearly typeset printing. The strength my father’s hands possess is legendary! My friends always tried to out-squeeze him when shaking hands, “hand-tight” on a car part was cranked down with a torque wrench for a normal man, a small squeeze of “re-direction” let me know that the choice I was making was a bad one.
I am proud to carry on the hands of an amazing father! I am proud to age in a way that resembles the man who used his strength and wisdom to raise two children by never giving up, always fixing what was broken (both literally and figuratively), and teaching me the skills to be a father and a husband.
Happy Father’s Day!