Got to spend the majority of Fathers Day with my Dad. This is probably the first time in six years I’ve been able to do so.
My Dad set the tone of what a Sunday morning should be: slow & simple, reading the New York Times front to back page; lox & bagels, a fresh pot of coffee (I don’t drink coffee, but sure do appreciate the smell + associate that warm, heavy scent with early mornings), occasionally NPR in the background, and preferably spent outside on the patio.
My Dad always holds the paper up high when he reads it. When I was younger, I used to see how much I could I read on the back page of what he was reading. Had such a #doitbetterish moment this morning when that page happen to be this one 🗞🔝
Thanks for teaching me a greater sense of awareness of the world within which we live through reading, and being my support during those big moments like learning how to ride a bike, drive a car, and dive into those big Atlantic Ocean waves. Love ya, Dad.