Happy Fathers Day! I wish I could be home to bring you a cup of tea and sit out on porch and talk plants. I love you Thomas, TJ, Tommy boy, pappy woodchuck.
And in the grand tradition of An Apple a Day, here are 10 reasons why my dad is amazing....
1. He worked as a hippie bread baker in Rochester, NY. We never went without homemade bread as kids. And I'm talking real homemade bread, no bread machine stuff.
2. In the morning he wakes up early, does yoga and meditates, then writes in a journal. Every single day!
3. Born and bred in New York City, he still managed to grow up a Daniel Boone of sorts. Trapping squirrels and reading Walden by age 8.
4. A true civil servant, he writes and reviews grants advocating for the mentally ill for a living. He is one of those people that go to work everyday and changes peoples lives for the better.
5. He makes homemade pickles and beer.
6. He plays the flute and the harmonica. Both with equal aplomb.
7. He crochets amazing berets. And wears them with those old school crocheted ties, with plaid shirts and tweedy jackets.
8. He is master gardener. One year he grew enough tomatoes to feed all of Maryland and he let Micha and I have our own farm stand.
9. He is an avid radio listener. We drove 2+ hours together to and from school and on the way there we'd listen to NPR and on the way home, we'd belt out oldies. Build Me Up Buttercup was a favorite. His only rule in the car? No sleeping!
10. He learned to french braid just so he could do my hair. Our favorite style was crisscrossing Heidi braids with flowers.
This man has taught me how to fish, hike a mountain, canoe alone, cook a turkey, re pot a plant, make a homemade pie crust, train a puppy, build a campfire with no paper (or lighter fluid!), drive a stick shift, tell a good story, tell a funny joke and turn strangers into friends.
Some days I can barely believe my good luck at having such a great papa. And today is one of those days.
And in the grand tradition of An Apple a Day, here are 10 reasons why my dad is amazing....
1. He worked as a hippie bread baker in Rochester, NY. We never went without homemade bread as kids. And I'm talking real homemade bread, no bread machine stuff.
2. In the morning he wakes up early, does yoga and meditates, then writes in a journal. Every single day!
3. Born and bred in New York City, he still managed to grow up a Daniel Boone of sorts. Trapping squirrels and reading Walden by age 8.
4. A true civil servant, he writes and reviews grants advocating for the mentally ill for a living. He is one of those people that go to work everyday and changes peoples lives for the better.
5. He makes homemade pickles and beer.
6. He plays the flute and the harmonica. Both with equal aplomb.
7. He crochets amazing berets. And wears them with those old school crocheted ties, with plaid shirts and tweedy jackets.
8. He is master gardener. One year he grew enough tomatoes to feed all of Maryland and he let Micha and I have our own farm stand.
9. He is an avid radio listener. We drove 2+ hours together to and from school and on the way there we'd listen to NPR and on the way home, we'd belt out oldies. Build Me Up Buttercup was a favorite. His only rule in the car? No sleeping!
10. He learned to french braid just so he could do my hair. Our favorite style was crisscrossing Heidi braids with flowers.
This man has taught me how to fish, hike a mountain, canoe alone, cook a turkey, re pot a plant, make a homemade pie crust, train a puppy, build a campfire with no paper (or lighter fluid!), drive a stick shift, tell a good story, tell a funny joke and turn strangers into friends.
Some days I can barely believe my good luck at having such a great papa. And today is one of those days.
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