I remember the first time I thought my dad was a cool guy. It was my 2ND grade year at the Prien Lake Elementary. “Dad!” I shouted as I chased him down the hallway and gently placed him in a headlock, “I entered myself in a art contest and I have to draw a dinosaur and mine looks horrible, will you help?” Ever the class act, he graciously agreed to help. It was a moment for which I had been waiting my whole life…or at least since my grandparents got cable. I won the contest- it was the coolest looking dinosaur I had ever seen. To this day, I wish I would have framed that poster board dinosaur...
While other kids my age were busy developing social skills, I sat wrapped in a quilt watching him paint all of these amazing pictures. Afterwards I’d go upstairs to rehearse my brush stroke techniques and listen to the Bob Dylan or Donovan tape I swiped from his collection. It was a golden age. I always felt a connection with my dad over music and our hatred of math!
Fast forward to 2010 and I’m still in awe of my dad. It’s cliche to say he’s an artist, but he is. He is someone to admire and the memorable moments are too many to count. Nowadays – a couple of years of being on my own – I find myself playing it cool when we talk art or music but it really does make me giddy inside.
So, Dad, here’s to you. And congratulations on your many achievements in life. Even though you have grown another year older, I’m sure the final chapter is yet to be written and once it is - it's going to be an amazing read.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to put some music on and think of good memories. Happy Birthday, Dad!!!
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