Friday, June 17, 2011
Different Kind of Day
Today's a different kind of Friday.
I woke up in my childhood
home, eager for a walk down
memory lane. Dad will read his
paper. And our lazy morning will
turn into a day of quiet
conversation. The gift of time together.
On my different kind of Saturday,
we'll visit a famous local garden.
I'll play tourist as I search
my memory for remnants of visits
made in days long gone...thrilled
to make new memories, both grateful
for this gift of time together.
We'll begin our day on Sunday
just us two. He'll read his
paper and I'll sip my coffee.
Father. Daughter. Sunday is his day,
after all. And this year I'm
here, together with him. Making this
a different kind of Father's Day.