I woke up this morning and, on my way to the coffee, saw this photo that I posted. It’s such a special picture for me (and not only because it was front page news worthy!). It was taken when I was 2 years old, and when following my Dad’s footsteps was the most important thing to me (and clearly not because of his fashion sense!). He was my Daddy. He and I loved sports and to be outdoors. Eating Wendy’s cheeseburgers followed by a chocolate Frosty was a meal of choice. I wanted to be just like him.
Over the years, I have realized I have not become just like my dad. I am my own person, with my own good and bad qualities. However, many of his footsteps I am continually trying to follow. His character. His integrity. He doesn’t lie and never cheats someone. His work ethic. Working hard is the only way to work. His faithful commitment and love to his family. His respect for other people. His kindness to others, especially those in a time of need. His humility. He always downplays his successes in life, trying to give credit to others.
Today is my Dad’s birthday and wish him a happy one, and I hope he knows how proud I am to be his son and thankful that I’ve had his footsteps to follow.