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This Father’s Day I reflect on the Fun Guys in my life.
I always tease my husband that he is the FUN GUY not Fungi.
When he walks into the house, it’s like Prince Charming has arrived off his stallion. My daughters are “jump hugging”, swooning, talking over one another, trying to be the first one to get his attention. Of course, I’m pouring my glass of wine thanking my stars that he is finally home. And you know what is so amazing, there is not one day that I can recall that he is not walked in as the FUN GUY.
But Fun Guy always seems to be around. When it’s time to get the kids to bed, he’s still having a dance party with the girls. It’s 35 minutes until school starts and they’re all snuggling on the couch watching Doc McStuffin (no one is dressed by the way). When it’s time to clean up, he’s is building the best couch fort ever.
I know as a mom, I can get a little frustrated with FUN GUY.
But as Father’s Day approaches, it makes me think of how my dad was also the FUN GUY. I was an only child for 10 years, so I got a lot of the attention.
My childhood was really amazing and my dad and I were able to share some really wonderful events, ideas, and things together.
This Father’s day I remember my dad used to hang out with me at bedtime and tell funny jokes and recite silly limericks that I now tell my girls.
He used to take me to the movies in my car seat when my mom was going to night school finishing up her Nursing degree. I know those were special times for us.
My dad taught me how to ride a bike, how to bait a hook, how to snorkel in the ocean.
I was a B student and I wasn’t much a social studies or history fanatic. He taught me how to remember Pizarro, Incas, Peru for my social studies test. It worked because I still remember it for this post.
Shooting HOOPS with me in the driveway and helping me with my free throws for the big game was our jam.
My dad and I cheered the Celtics on every Sunday during basketball season and we would throw ourselves on the floor if they lost. It was the most dramatic days of the week and my mom knew better to stay downstairs. My dad and I would act like Crockett and Tubbs from Miami Vice sneaking up on my mom with pretending finger guns.
Miami Vice was huge when I was in middle school. When my dad picked me up from an evening birthday party, he would put on some Phil Collins (“In the Air Tonight”) and we would cruise home with the Volkswagon top donw. For some reason, we acted like Crockett and Tubbs sneaking up on my mom with pretending finger guns. It always scared the crap out of her.
My dad once said to me (as we left the New York Office of Saks Fifth Avenue after an interview) that it was okay to pack up all my stuff and move to South Florida because I was in love. That was a pivotal moment in my life.
My dad is still the FUN GUY now with my kids. He boogie boards his butt off with the one and shares all his snacks at the beach with the other. He makes his famous ice cream cookies the girls can’t get enough of and shares his binoculars and bird watching book with them on the back porch.
Thanks to my DAD and my husband for being FUN GUYS! Because if it wasn’t for you, there would be one less person for me to get frustrated with when it’s time for school, bedtime and leaving the party.
I love you both!!!