Thursday, August 03, 2006

When I was a girl my Father sat my twin sister and I down to teach us how to draw. Nevermind that what he drew were stick figures- that I can replicate to this very day, or that our flowers were much more intricate. Until today, I have that memory etched in my mind. It's not a particularly fantastic time, or a 'hollywood' moment. It was simply a very beautiful afternoon, where the sun is bright but you don't feel the humidity or heat. We're sitting at the dining hall table in the house before we moved, and our Dad sits at the head of the table with us at his left and right. A similar memory has him guiding my twin's hand to write the alphabets because when she was young she always wrote them upside down. He pespires easily, so he is frowning as he writes with her. And when they are done, she doesn't understand the significance that she has just wrote her first perfect set of the alphabet, and he is grinning from ear to ear.

Unlike my Mom, my Dad has never hit me. He has raised his hand to do so before, but then always at the last moment as I desperately pull off my best pathetic face, he walks away sighing. He's like the mother in the family- he stocks the toiletries, buys the groceries, is soft-hearted ultimately, and is very very vain. He buys facial products and is really worried about losing his hair and those wrinkles around his eyes. He blushes and laughs when you tell him he's handsome (which he secretly thinks so anyway). He worries about everything and has the weirdest sense of humour.

Last night my twin and I asked him if he was excited to have twins when my Mom was pregnant.

Dad: Excited?? (frowns) WORRIED! Everything also buy double- basket, diapers, milk powder..
Us: BASKET?! why basket also need to worry..
Dad: I was thinking, I could also buy one can of milk powder and dilute it for you both... (evil gleam in eyes)

A Father gives a girl steadfast security and protection, and his love will always be an assurance for her.


Anyway, I LOVE YOU DADDY, THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

debbie at 9:51 PM