My dad turns 60 today. He is this balanced hybrid. A mix of extreme
goofiness, laughing at his own jokes, spontaneous, child-like enthusiasm
and jazz hands "watch me, watch me" mixed with this incredible work
ethic, this sense of duty and responsibility, and a self effacing
modesty that seems ironic but is absolutely real. He is a balance of
devoted and ridiculous, intimidating and hilarious, depending on the
day. He is flawed and imperfect, with incredibly high expectations for himself and sometimes others. And I love him in huge quantities. He inspires me. He makes me
laugh, sometimes at him. Dogs and children are drawn to him. It could be
because he gets down on the floor to their level and waves at
stranger's babies in restaurants. (Unless they are crying, he "hates"
crying babies in restaurants. "It's so rude. We never let you guys do
that in restaurants when you were little. We just got up and left.")
He is willing to throw himself into new things with a passion and intensity that is legendary. The perfect description of this is that Dad and I took a cooking class a couple of Saturdays ago. This is his current passion and he showed up with a special composition notebook just to takes notes for this soups and stews class. And falling back on his accountant ways, it was a composition book filled with graph paper. And he took notes, lots of serious notes as the chef explained in his rolling Louisiana drawl how to make a dark savory roux. Dad jotted it all down. Just in case. And then we made little jokes under our breaths throughout the class.
He has taught me to do my homework, work hard and be willing to laugh at
myself when necessary, which is often. He can be a little scary. He is
driven and focused and goal oriented. To get on his calendar takes a
concerted effort because his help and his time are a hot commodity. But
he is one of my biggest fans and favorite heroes. The man needs a cape
and a mask. So happy birthday, Dad. I sometimes still want to sit on
your lap and have you read me just one more story. But I'll take
watching copious amounts of HBO and eating cookies with you instead.
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