Sunday, June 17, 2012

Happy Father's Day!

As we started making plans for our 1500 mile round trip to Destin, Florida, I knew I needed to get the car serviced before we left. I hate car problems, but could not imagine having them with just the three of us on such a long trip. Also, my maintenance needed light had been on for a month, but you know, you get busy.

I took it into Wal Mart, had the oil changed and paid extra to have all the other fluids and things checked.

Dad asked, did they check your tires?

Hmm, I guess so.

Dad says did they rotate the tires?

Hmm, I don't think so.

He stayed after me about it and finally met me at work, swapped cars and took mine to the tire place. He calls pretty quickly to announce they have a tread depth of less than 3/32.

OK, so we are good to go, right?

No, they have to be replaced.

When you are taking a road trip because it is the cheapest vacation you can do, you really don't want to hear that you have to replace all your tires just before you leave, but there was no taking no and I got new tires.

ALL  the way to Florida, I saw big chunks of tires on every road we drove on.

A million times in my mind, I thanked Dad for being persistent and knowing we were at least safe on the tire situation.

The night after we got home and all lining up to take showers, I heard a really weird noise in our kitchen, which I finally narrowed down to coming from our water heater.

The noise got louder, then there was the sound of water, followed quickly by the smell of gas.

I am standing there in my pajamas, wet hair, no glasses, trying to figure out what to do.

I did what I always do, sent one of the girls to quickly get their grandfather and rescue us, which he did even though he was ready for bed.

These two events happened less than a week apart and are just two of many of the thousands of times my dad has rescued us.

He does more than just rescue damsels in distress though.

When I was interviewed by the social workers before each adoption, I was asked about the male influences that my daughters would have, but maturing through the 70's and 80's, I was under the misguided idea that women can do it all and while there were men in my life, I could pretty much handle it.

Well, of course, as with so many other things, I learned I was very mistaken.

Easily, one of the most important people in my daughters' life is my dad, their grandfather.

He is there to comfort, support, educate, lead, pitch a ball, set an example, and do the many things he did for me growing up. Now he can add riding a bike with them!

I am so thankful they have the influence of this wonderful man, my Dad.

Happy Father's Day!

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