My Dad has "daddy hands". He's got the kind of hands that make you feel secure, especially as a little girl. I have such a clear and sweet memory of when I was just a little girl, maybe just 4 years old and Dad and I would go wash our hands before dinner. As I picture his daddy hands cupping my little girl hands as we lathered them up in the sink, I feel a sense of warmth and security. And that's what daddies are all about!
It's in His Character
If you asked me to describe my dad, I would definitely include these qualities:
Open-minded - he is unlikely to cast judgment or discount things just on the face of them.
Inquisitive - he likes to learn new things and question new and old ideas.
Kindhearted - he's got such a gentle heart and way about him.
Helpful - he's always been happy to lend an ear, lend a hand or lend his muscles (as my sister can testify to as we both used his great house-moving skills on more than a few occasions!)
Best of all, I know my Dad loves me with all of his heart. He'd do anything for my sister and me.
Imaginary Father's Day
Well we are separated by approximately 7608 kilometers (doesn't sound like an approximation that, does it?) so here's how I'd celebrate my dad if he were here for Father's Day:
- We might go for a walk in the New Forest (with Abby)
- Drive through the local area and villages
- Stop somewhere lovely for a traditional "cream tea"
- A bit more scenic driving/walking and exploring all the while chatting away
- Walk down to the Elm Tree for a delicious dinner filled with his favs