Infant-me, sitting on the wood floor, looks up at my dad, who is sitting on a brown sofa and smiling down to me Here in the United States, it is Father's Day weekend. I did not realize until recently that Father's Day was not officially made a holiday until 1972. 1972! Now, while I realize that many people consider 1972 eons ago, I do not. I'm glad that fathers have a day of recognition now, because they surely deserve acknowledgement. I thought for this week's Ten Things of Thankful post, I would list ten lessons I'm thankful my dad taught me. My dad is a teacher. Not only did he impart his knowledge to countless junior high aged kids throughout his career, he taught--and still teaches--my siblings and me. He is not a preachy teacher; he's a humble man whose lessons I feel like I learned through osmosis. When he would get home from work, we'd all sit down as a family for supper. Often, our phone would ring, and on the other end of the line would be a paren
Living life with a thankful heart
FRIST! (with the accompanying tones of the above xylophone! fa..a…rist!)
ReplyDeleteDuly noted. (Get it?) :-)
DeleteI think every child has had one of those and loved it! Such fun.
ReplyDeleteI think you're right.
Deletexxxx.... Really, have no idea of any words with X, eXept maybe Xanax. Putting it in a sentence that makes sense though....
ReplyDeleteThose Xyolophone made me stir-crazy!!! Both my little brother and baby sister had one, and being a Highly Sensitive Person myself, I couldn't stand the sound of them!
Is that your xylaphone from childhood? How cool that you still have it!
ReplyDeleteCorrection: xylophone.
DeleteNot the same one, but definitely of the same era.
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