Today is my Dad's birthday.
He is 58 years young.
I remember when he turned 30 and got a skateboard for his birthday.
And then did a handstand to prove he still could.
And then fell and dislocated his shoulder.
What can I say about my Dad? What would I say to him if I had only minutes to share some parting thoughts? Well, funny you ask! It just so happens that last time I flew I was pretty sure I was going to die. There was a moderate amount of turbulence and the woman in my aisle was crying. Since I am a sympathetic panicker, I naturally assumed an emotionally fatalistic state and penned what I was certain would be my goodbye letter. I am fully aware this is ridiculous. But while I was quite nauseous from all the bumping and tossing I managed to eek out a few coherent thoughts, including this part to my dad. Now if it sounds a bit over the top and dramatic, well just remember that I thought I was dying. And if THAT sounds a bit over the top and dramatic, well welcome to Luke's exhausting life :)
Dad, you are one of the best relationships I have.
I have always, always wanted to make you proud.
And I have always, always known I have.
I know the depth of your love for me even if you think I cannot possibly understand.
I do- because it is the same way I feel for my own children.
I love you Dad!
I don't know a lot
but I know more than babies.
Like I know how to climb stuff.
And decorate stuff.
But my real specialty is photogenics (obviously).
My baby cousin Noah doesn't know about all that. So I had to fill him in.
He was a little apprehensive so I was like, Hey now, don't worry. The grown ups will fix you if you start to fall over.
At least when they're trying to take a picture.
HEY. Did you hear me?
Here. Let me just repeat that directly into your EAR.
I said, don't you worry about a thing.
No babies are crashing on my watch, pal.
See I can hold up your big dome with my little finger.
Whoa whoa whoa baby- let's not test the limits of my strength. You're a little top heavy you know.
As your big cuz it is my duty, right and privilege to face palm you if you start to tip over.
Hey that's not a cry for help is it?
Oh. Well I guess it is.
Hey KADEN! Let's show this baby how to take a picture and not fall over.
First make sure your clothes aren't all wrinkly.
Sometimes a smooch for good luck.
Wiggle a little to get comfy.
And then, BOOM. See what you can accomplish by developing a little neck muscle?
But if I'm keeping it real, sometimes even babies with strong necks start to slide a bit.
Just a little wobble and the next thing you know...
You're the one being face palmed. Sigh.