What My Dad Was REALLY Saying
by Gina Valley
My dad is the sweetest man alive.
While I visited my parents this winter I needed to drive from their tiny mountain village to the closest big city to pick up The Professor from the airport.
My dad wanted to serve as my chauffeur, but that would have left my mom with no one to help her.
He told me to wear my tennis shoes for the afternoon drive to the airport. “You’ll be more comfortable,” he said.
He packed my boots and coat in his car for me. “You never know if the car is going to break down and you’ll need them if it does,” he said.
He sent a water bottle with me. “It’s cold so it’s easy to forget to stay hydrated and you’ll be gone for 3 or 4 hours,” he said.
He told me to park on the second level of the parking structure at the airport, in the back, on the street side. “That way you will have the shortest walk,” he said.
He demonstrated to me how to work the heater in his car. “You don’t want to over-heat,” he said.
He showed me where the light control switch was located. “It’ll be starting to get dark before you get there,” he said.
He reminded me to use the car mirrors as I backed his car out of his garage. “Use your mirrors. Use your mirrors!” he said.
He was looking out the window when I returned to his house.
He worried about me the whole time I was gone. “The roads get slick here. Black ice can sneak up on you,” he said.
He carried in my coat and my boots from his car. “You’ll want these for your walk in the morning. They’ll be warmer when you put them on if we bring them into the house,” he said.
What he really said, each and every time, was that he loves me.
My dad is “Papa” to 18 grandchildren,
but he will always be my dad!
Happy Fathers’ Day, Pop!
I love you!!!
How does or did your dad tell you he loves you? I’m looking forward to hearing all about it – please shoot me a comment!