Two days before I was due, my dad celebrated his 60th birthday. I thought it would be fun to have the baby on his birthday but apparently Weston didn’t want to steal his thunder. Or maybe he was just saving all that thunder for when he came out…because dude…the thunder from down under is un.be.leeeevable.
My grandparents were in town for the occasion…down from Pittsburgh…and looking just as good as always. I love that my Pappap is wearing a shirt that has my dad’s company’s logo on it. He is so supportive of us all. He always does little things to make everyone feel special and loved. One time I asked my siblings who they thought was Pappap’s favorite and we all said ourselves. That says a lot.
So my mom planned a big 60th birthday party with friends and my dad’s golfing buddies. For some reason or another, I was the one that was supposed to get my dad to show up at the country club and to stall him till 7pm. My mother can’t lie. She just can’t. It would be like asking her to speak with an accent. One time she tried to do a ‘reggae’ accent and she sounded like Fat Albert. We thought she was gonna pull out the bagpipe accordian. (Any Fat Albert fans in the house?!)
Anyhoo…since apparently I was the official ‘package-deliverer’, I called my dad and pitched him an idea that I had. A photoshoot. One with him and Will…doing one of their favorite things….playing golf.
Remember how I told y’all that I am going through an around-the-editing-world-trip? And that each image feels different and looks different because of how I edited it? Yeah. That hasn’t ended. I’m still trippin.
I decided that this one would count as Will’s November photoshoot.
I love this one. like a lot. My dad is always cheering us on. He was a math teacher for 16 years and coached everything from basketball to football to golf…so seeing him raise his hands in celebration of my little guy brings tears to my eyes. I raise my hands for you Daddy! Full circle baby.
Yes, those are marshmellows…not golf balls they are toasting. Don’t judge me. Will needed a blood sugar boost and mommy needed a happy toddler at the country club.
The most ridiculous part of the entire thing was the fact that the sun was down way before 7pm. So I had to stall them…and keep pretending that I was certain I could shoot in the dark.
I had them sit. walk. walk back. do it again. point at stuff. drink a special “Pop” soda pop.
Apparently sugar cane root beer is not very good. Thanks a lot World Market.
Thankfully, 7pm came and I convinced him Dad that we needed to go pick up Jeremy at the reception room. My dad was so confused but I think he generally is very confused by me and my wackiness so it worked out this time.
Overall it was a really fun night. My mom had it catered and then of course she brought food…like 7 key lime pies….and a four tiered cupcake stand. Have I mentioned that she’s Italian and can not for the life of her cook for less than eighteen times what’s needed?
My dad with his golfing buddies…sorry for the fuzzy photo Dad….I was on a sugar high…let’s blame Mom’s mountain of snowball cookies…
Also, I was in charge of making the slideshow video thing of my Dad. It’s nothing fancy…but Mummum & Pappap – this is for you! I thought you would like to see it since you couldn’t be there for the party. Everyone else….if you choose to sit through the almost ten minutes of someone-elses-Dad pics, please ignore any evidence of my awkward tween years. or ugly kid years. or the length of any shorts in the video…it was the 80’s and my dad rocked daisy dukes like Jessica Simpson. I think he gets extra man-points in heaven for that.
To my Daddy – I love you. I love you for a million and a half reasons. And I will take care of you when mom dies in the kitchen from a coronary due to the stress of cooking too many side dishes simultaneously. And I won’t even remind you that I have photographic evidence of your best George Costanza pose in the sand. But seriously…Daddy…I love you so so much. you taught me what to look for in a man. you showed me how to really love my spouse and how to lay down my pride for someone else. you taught me how to really say I love you and I’m sorry and I’m scared. You taught me to work hard, ask for help, go all out and trust God. And because of you, I still have great follow through on my jump shot. You are the best. Happy 60th.