We were on our way back from Uncle Karl’s and Tante Stella’s. It was late and we had a long drive ahead of us. As was the case with every late night drive, I was worried. Worried we wouldn’t find our way home. Worried that we were hopelessly lost.
I don’t know if it was because it was dark out, but I was afraid. And I kept asking you if you knew the way home, if we were lost, if we were still on course. You could have become annoyed with my constant questioning. You could have told me to shut-up already. But you didn’t. Every time I asked, you answered. Yes I know the way home. No we’re not lost. I promise.
Happy Father’s Day Dad!
Thank you for making me feel safe.
Thank you for reassuring me when I was afraid.
Thank you for always being there when I needed you.
Thank you for always believing in me and encouraging me.
Thank you for your quiet strength and loyalty.
Thank you for always making me feel like I’m significant and beautiful.
I love you Daddy.
~ THE HUMP DAY CHRONICLES ~