No, my dad will not read this as he’s not much for the internet, but I can tell him about it.
What can I say about Southern Dad? In a lot of ways, we are very much alike. I even think I favor him more than Southern Mom.
My dad jokingly calls me by one of his cousin’s names who remembers everyone’s birthday AND how old they are! Each year I remind him just how old he’s getting. But he also turns the table on me a time or two.
Growing up, I couldn’t wait to see my dad; to me, going to Hilton Head or Jacksonville was a vacation. I remember sitting on my daddy’s lap as a little girl, watching tv and rubbing his beard. I’m fiercely protective of my parents, maybe because they were of me…and quietly still are.
My dad has challenged me in ways I never thought imaginable. And even though I’m sure he has wanted to keep me as his “Little Boo Boo”, he has allowed me to grow up.
So, to my daddy, retired educator, avid golfer, brother, and uncle, I wish you the happiest of birthdays this year. You have touched so many lives, from your students, nieces and nephews, and especially mine! Enjoy your day, and go play a round of golf!