Each year, when Father’s Day rolls around — much like Mother’s Day — I get to double up on showing my father some love.
That’s because his birthday is a week before the day dedicated to dads.
And, much like my mom, he deserves more than just two days to know what he means to our family.
My dad is an especially hard man to shop for. He has most every tool ever created, and the ones he doesn’t are a little out of my price range.
He’s a hunter and a fisherman, which means that’s where I usually look to find presents for him.
He is a very patient man — as he has put up with myself, my siblings and my neice and nephews all of these years.
Sometimes, I think it’s a miracle we didn’t drive him to run far into the woods.
He has worked all of his life.
Growing up he worked at the steel mill — and still does. He would came home after a long day there and would work some more. His second job was helping others fix their boats, and that evenutally lead him to building boat lifts.
Some of the ones you see on the area lakes he had a hand in constructing, whether it was making the parts, welding the angle iron or installing it all.
Throughout my childhood he worked multiple jobs, while my mom worked at the restaurant all to make ends meet.
It’s very seldom he would tell someone “no” when they asked for help. That’s still a common occurrence now.
It’s those skills and so many more that he has instilled in me.
He’s mostly quiet, but can come up with some of the funniest things.
According to the grandchildren, no one else in the family is allowed to use the phrase “bull corn” except for papa.
He spends most of his time at home working on the house, at the family ranch, tending to cattle or working in the garage.
When he’s relaxing it’s oftentimes watching classic westerns or reruns of “The Lawrence Welk Show.”
He is stern when he has to be, but what father isn’t.
As we celebrate this weekend and next, I’m reminded of how lucky I am to able to call him dad or papa.
He is the a 1-in-a-million kind of guy.