01.24.14 = Flashback Friday - Larger than Life
When I tell people that I come from a family of all girls, four in all, everyone's first response is "Your poor father", I always respond with "My poor mother, she had all the headaches." My father's job required that he travel most every week; he left on Monday's and came home every Friday. He called home every night at 11:01pm, when the long distance rates went down. On Saturday's, he would run his errands to the bank, the post office and the dry cleaners and other various places, like Corcoran's drive-thru. He was always up early and out the door and I would force myself to wake-up so I could tag along. He would always ask me about my week and listen to me yammer on about various things and he would always share his words a wisdom and advice. I've always treasured those few hours that I got to spend with him one-on-one. Sometimes it's just those little things that we do for one another, that over time, are larger than life.
"It is a wise father that knows his own child." William Shakespeare