Tucked into the dusty corners of my mind right next to the the relics I so rarely visit, like everything I ever learned in algebra, are those topics I'd like to dust off so I can say I'm sorry and, perhaps for the first time ever, admit that you were right. You nearly always are.
So, in the spirit of full disclosure, Dad, I'd like to apologize for:
Or check the oil. Or that it's never a good idea to play Russian roulette with the gas gauge. But, even more so, thanks for not saying "I told you so" every time I called you frantically from the side of the road somewhere in my pretty new pumps and full panic mode as cars whizzed by without stopping.
I get it now. And at the risk of inflating your ego, I credit you with my excellent taste in music and my uncanny ability to name a song before the first lyric is even delivered.
The one you said lacked respect. The one you said was a dead end. The one you said was lazy. You know, the one I was convinced was the love of my life — and the one I eventually dumped for being every single thing you warned me about.
I now realize that an invitation to watch football with you wasn't merely a way to get me to sit down and be quiet (although it was likely that too), but it was also your special way of saying you love me more than Super Bowl Sunday.
The other day, I caught myself telling someone, "Two heads are better than one, even if one's a cabbage." So, um, thanks for that little gem.
I know that ol' trick always gives you a good chuckle and I hate denying you that momentary joy, but it's never gonna happen, old man.
Despite the gutty tackle, the squirmy bait and the insufferably long stretches of silence, I really enjoyed whiling away long afternoons on the water with you.
Seriously, what the heck was I thinking? If my children ever drop a bomb like that on me, I don't think I'll take it with nearly as much grace as you. Which reminds me, will you bail me out of jail when I get busted for trying to sneak into my future college-age child's carry-on at the airport?
Because whether I'm 31 or 53, being your little girl never gets old.
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