I love my father as the stars – he’s a bright shining example and a happy twinkling in my heart. ~Terri Guillemets
I have always been close to my dad. To say that he is my hero would be an understatement. He is the man I adore most in this world. His opinion and approval have always meant so much to me. Growing up, he was my dancing partner, confidant, shoulder-to-lean-on, coach, and advisor. His favorite saying to anyone in the family who became angry or upset was and still is, “You’ll just have to get happy.”
He taught me how to change the oil in my car, change a flat tire, and we even overhauled my first car together. When I wanted to learn how to do a back-handspring, he was my spotter. When I came home from gymnastics class and told him about the equipment, he turned our backyard into a mini-practice facility. Before I knew it, he built two balance beams (each a different distance from the ground), welded a bar to the side of the clothesline (for practicing flips), and bought a tumbling mat. At wedding receptions and parties, he was my favorite jitterbug partner. At home, he would rock me every night until I moved out to go to college. On shopping sprees, he would wait patiently on a bench in the middle of the mall with a bag of popcorn while we went in and out of every store. He taught my sister and I to be strong, independent women.
Now that he is retired, he has become an avid gardener and supplies our family and neighbors with delectable vegetables. He is an easygoing, laid-back person. He is a thinker and contemplator, inventor and creator. He is wise and perceptive, shrewd and sensible.
When I visit him now, if he is sitting in his recliner, I will sit on his lap to be rocked. I lean my head against his strong, broad chest, close my eyes, and let all of my worries disappear. I am safe in his arms.