Yesterday evening as I finished up my easy afternoon run I passed a playground filled with young children and their families. One little girl sat atop her dad’s shoulders, waving her arms like she was dancing, as he jogged around in small circles and figure eights. It was pure joy on both of their faces. Such a simple thing, but it was the happiest thing I’d seen all
day week – a perfect little moment. I couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across my own face as I ran by.
From flying kites, trips to the zoo and playing “3 Billy Goats Gruff” when I was little, coaching me in basketball, softball and acting as a running partner with me in my elementary school years, to travelling with me and being my support team for track trips across Canada and the US over the past 10 years, my dad has done a lot for me, in all phases of my life. I am so grateful for all of the memories I have been able to share with him and am excited for the numerous more that I know are ahead.
To my dad,
The man who taught me to live by the golden rule, that karma is a very real thing, and to always look at the bright side of life. Who introduced me to and created my love for classic artists like the Beatles, Stones and Patsy Cline. The friendliest, most kind hearted person, who would go out of his way to help you with something if he’s known you for two decades or two minutes. Thank you for always supporting me and having a positive outlook on life, for the ridiculous things you’ve done to help me out, and for always finding a way to make me smile or laugh. Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you more than words can express.