My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me. ~Jim Valvano
Dads as a species are notoriously difficult to buy presents for. My dad was no exception. But I'd like to think gifts don't always have to be things you
buy per se but could also be things you
do.
So along with obligatory socks and ties, my gifts to dad were small things done with great love.
As a kid, for my dad, I would crawl out of bed in the early hours to watch a rugby game, a tennis grand slam final, or FIFA world cup. Just for dad, I would relinquish the remote so he could watch the racing even though there was something really good on E!. And only for my dad, I would sit with him and listen through entire BeeGees, Celine Dion and Albert Hammond albums.
My dad was my hero. His gift to me was that
he believed I could do anything I put my mind to. So what's a
little BeeGees now and then in comparison huh?
Yesterday was dad's birthday. He would've been 57 had it not been for the big bad cancer that took him 8 years ago.
So every year now, my gift to him is still to cook something he loved. To remember him. To celebrate him. To show how much I love him and miss him.
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{rocking it bruce lee style since way back} |
One of the things dad loved the most was a good steak. So this year for dad's bday meal I made
steak frites with
Scotch fillet, Homemade sweet potato fries, Roasted tomatoes and Everything Dressing.
Happy Birthday Dad.