Date with my Dad

My father explained, over dinner, that he had called to make reservations at this restaurant, and was asked by the female representative if we would be celebrating any particular occasion. My father responded by saying, “Anytime I get to have dinner with one of my daughters is reason to celebrate.” There was deafening silence on the other end of the line. My father told me that he was thinking: ‘I guess you don’t have the kind of relationship with your father that my daughters have with me.‘ The consummate gentleman, my father opened and closed the door of the car for me, pulled out my chair at dinner, and even waited for me to return from ‘powdering my nose’ before he touched his delicious dessert. I’ve known my father every day of my life, and I’m still getting to know him, discovering how much there is to like about him. I love you, Dad!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: