I remember first arriving in the UK and fighting my brother to sit on my fathers lap. That was when my father represented strength to me, when I knew him as little more than a powerful, tall (compared to me) man who I should address by the name dad. That is of course not his name, he is Whitfield Whittington Houston, a very posh sounding name, but everyone calls him Tex which is much more fitting to his character.
What I most like about my dad is his tendency to talk at length on any topic know to man. I like that he keeps fit, even in his old age. I like that he was in the army and sometimes tells stories of his travels and experiences. I like that he would take my siblings and I to watch him play cricket or drive us to the beach on sunny days. I like that he taught me the importance of sticking up for myself. I like that though he didn't play a huge role in our upbringing he was always present and I like that I have someone I can call dad.
He will probably never see this post. I will wish him happy birthday soon as my sister has planned a birthday dinner, for which I am requested to provide mac n cheese and some cupcakes, which I suppose are my specialty.
70 is a big number, happy 70th Dad.
|Dad with 4 out of his 6 children. We are wearing father daughter shirts lol|
|Dad with Little Man|
|Dad last month at Little Man's Birthday Party|