My daddy was the king of procrastination. Especially on garage sale days. We could be in the car together on a very important mission (like getting milk for mom), and although we would eventually get there and get the job done, our route was a meandering one, full of right and left turns, turning around and backing up, making sure not to miss a single garage sale that might or might not be on the way.
As I was growing up, that type of meandering oftentimes drove me a little mad. My personality is pretty straight to the point and going with the flow is not easy for me to do.
But now that we buried my daddy a week ago, those times I spent with him in the car, rolling my eyes at him, hoping that this was the one time that we could go straight to the store and home, are endearing to me. You see, my daddy enjoyed the journey. It never was about the end goal for him. He knew how to laugh and have fun on the way, and that's something I cherish about him. I hope that each day I will grow to be a little more like him in that manner. Quick to smile, tell a joke, and help someone out. That was my daddy.
Moving in to our new home has been full of ups and downs. If you remember, before my daddy got ill, I made this rug and the main part of the pop bottle curtain before we moved in, so that it would be virtually ready to be put in our kitchen once we moved. I'm happy to be able to share this photo with you all, and extremely sad that he didn't get to see it. My daddy and I had much the same taste when it came to decorating and I know he would have loved it.
So here's to you, daddy. I sure do miss you.