His fingerprints are all over my memory.
The daily rough housing when he got home form work.
The sadness when he left for business trips.
The patience as he taught me how to water ski and tube and fly fish.
He offers us comic relief with the weed whacking ‘incident’,
the hole in the garage door,
and endless hours of fun on the lake.
He also provides the consistent print of stability.
When countless disasters struck our Midwest house like a string of tornadoes,
He always calmly picked up the pieces.
It was as if nothing phased him.
We needed that strength
in the face of our hardships.
But more than all that he taught me perseverance, hard work, and integrity.
Without his fingerprints all over my past and my present, I wouldn’t be the person I am.
So, Dad, happy birthday. Thank you for all your commitment, your strength, and your fun.
Much love from your daughter.