Dad

I was going to write something lengthy and sentimental here, but I am sure that all of you would rather hear about how my dad didn't have a swimsuit at the lake yesterday and so he just hopped out of the boat in his underwear...

Growing up my dad was definitely "all man". He would eat off of dirty dishes, eat his bologna sandwiches with peanut butter, fish with his hands (it's called noodling) in Red River, and use a net to scoop out his own fish bait in scummy ponds.

Yesterday my dad continued to be himself when he realized that mom left his swimsuit in the truck. We were out in the middle of the lake and mom tells him, "Just wear your underwear, you have on those gray ones". Personally I thought it was kind of funny that my mom remembered which underwear my dad was wearing, but I didn't say anything about that. I am sure many of you married women know what your husbands are wearing better than they do.

Well, mom and I are just swimming out in the lake enjoying the cool water when suddenly we see my dad in his gray underwear perched precariously on the back of the boat. I so wish I could have had a video camera because it was classic watching him about to jump in. He finally did and then later he got back in the boat and because his feet were burned from a recent trip to Padre Island he put his tennis shoes back on - but not his shorts. So dad is standing up driving the boat in his underwear and tennis shoes. This pretty much describes my dad - he has always had an "I don't care" attitude. People love him because he is just so genuine - you take what you get. I had a great time spending the day with him. My dad is more than just a dad, and more than a best friend. We haven't always been close, but now we couldn't be any closer.

I hope all of you had a great Father's Day.