Tomorrow will be Father's Day and I just want to take a minute to say Happy Father's Day to my husband Mac. We've been married for 45 years and all that time he has been my best friend and lover, and a wonderful Father to our daughter. He is kind, thoughtful, and loving.
He always complements my cooking, even years ago when it was not very good (I use to explain my meatloaf by saying I cooked it for revenge). He sneaks out in the morning and gets flowers to put on my nightstand so they're the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning. I have only to mention that I like something and he'll move the earth to get it for me. He has given me my first stuffed animal, my first train (I have always love them), my first bike, painted glasses he'd painted himself, a sapphire ring to remind me of the class ring he'd given me a 100 years ago.
Through the years he's taught me to fish, to look at the stars, to oil paint and to be a better person. When people complement his paintings he always points out mine and tells them how well I paint and draw.
He doesn't yell when I do stupid things (and I do many), like leave the lawn mower on after it ran out of gas which caused the battery to run down or when I exploded a glass pan in my new oven. He just shakes his head, gives me a hug and fixes it.
He has taken me every where in the world I've ever wanted to go, even if it was some place he didn't want to go, and acted as if there was no place he'd rather be.
He's taught me to be more adventurous and to try new things.
They say that women marry their Fathers, but I don't think I did. I loved my Father, but Mac is a much better person than my Father was and I know that I'm lucky to have him, and I'd be lost without him.
So Happy Father's Day Mac.